Heavenly | Mortal | Telekinesis

At first, there was nothing but stillness and darkness.

Then there was light.

With breath held in hope, you reach—

not to pull, but to witness.

To touch the beginning of what is.

The dawn does not explain itself.

It simply rises.

So too does your power.

Not all at once, not with force, but with clarity.

You move—not to bend the world,

but to reveal where it is ordained to go.

At first, only your hands obey.

Then the air listens.

Then the stone.

You are the one who holds the coming light.

And when you rise, you will never stop—

How high must you rise to become worthy of them?

Power: Dawnholder’s Rise