Haunted every day by grief, Jabari devoted himself to finding a way to bring them back. He spent countless hours studying the old scrolls found in the village library, chronicles of ancient magic and forgotten lore. Whispers of a rare substance called Lumisium had drawn his attention. Legend spoke of its ability to alter the very fabric of existence, allowing one to bridge the gap between life and death. If there was any hope of seeing his parents again, Jabari knew he needed to find Lumisium. One fateful evening, as dusk painted the sky in deep oranges, Jabari gathered what little he had: a satchel filled with bread, a worn-out map passed down from his father, and a shimmering vial he had crafted from the crystal shards of a meteorite. The villagers had warned him — many had ventured to seek Lumisium in the treacherous Abyssal Marsh, few had returned, and those who did were forever changed.