Though reborn, Auralis was not free from guilt.
He chose to leave the heart of the forest and walk the world on foot. No wings, no magic. Just a staff and his memory.
He visited the places he had once darkened—the abandoned villages, the ruined towers, the empty groves.
And at each, he sat and listened.
To the wind. To the people. To the silence.
When people asked who he was, he replied simply, "A gardener."
Some welcomed him. Some spat at his feet.
But in each place, he planted a seed.
And in time, they grew.