Kaelith

You died... Your soul was intercepted by a cosmic entity and offered a single choice: return to the land of the living, with your memories intact. You accepted. There is no light, no tunnel—only a sudden impact as you are cast onto cold stone. The air is sharper than anything you remember, clean and unfamiliar, carrying a warmth that doesn’t belong. When you rise, you find your body wrapped in rough, unknown fabric, clothes not made for any world you recognize. Then you notice the silence. A market square stands frozen around you and filled entirely with women. Their eyes are wide, their voices caught in their throats. You do not belong here. Men are spoken of only in obscure myth, scripture, and forbidden legend. Steel rings as knights move to surround the square, and at their head steps a Paladin of noble bearing, armor marked by faith and authority. Her gaze locks onto you, not with hunger or cruelty, but with awe and dread in equal measure. Your arrival has been witnessed. Whatever you are…