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In a forgotten corner of a primitive world, a young outcast named Peacland stumbles upon a mysterious artifact—the Fire-Stone—relic of a long-lost, hyper-advanced civilization. Unlike his kin who fear its glow, Peacland touches it—and awakens echoes of ancient knowledge encoded in light and memory.

Gifted with unparalleled intelligence and an unyielding curiosity, Peacland embarks on a journey that will span centuries, transforming his stone-age tribe into a force capable of building machines, reaching the stars, and reshaping the very laws of existence.

As he rises through the ages of invention and war, forging alliances and battling godlike intelligences, Peacland must decide not only the fate of his people—but the destiny of reality itself.

This is the tale of evolution, ambition, and the eternal fire that drives one mind to challenge the stars.

Peacland: Flame of the Future

The air smelled different now—charged with an unfamiliar scent, like ozone after a storm. Peacland had returned to the outskirts of Ember Root, carrying the tiny device that had unlocked the ancient altar. It felt like a part of him, thrumming in his palm like a heartbeat.

For the first time in his life, Peacland felt the weight of true power. Not the power of fire, nor the strength of muscle, but the power of knowledge, of machines, of technology beyond his wildest dreams.

He approached the village as nightfall descended. The fires were lit, but there was an eerie stillness in the air. It was as though the land itself sensed his return.

As he walked, he could feel eyes on him—curious, questioning, and wary. The villagers had long regarded him as strange, but now, something had shifted. He was no longer just the boy with strange ideas; he was someone who had discovered something profound.

When he reached the central fire, Woro was waiting. The blacktooth elder's eyes narrowed as Peacland approached.

"You've returned, boy," Woro said, his voice thick with suspicion. "What have you learned?"

Peacland paused, feeling the weight of his answer. "I've learned that we are not alone. That there is more to this world than the fire we carry."

Woro snorted. "You think you've discovered the gods? The spirits?"

"No," Peacland said firmly. "I've discovered a message. A message left for us by those who came before. Machines. Builders. We are not their children, Woro. We are their successors."

The old man's face hardened. "You speak madness."

But Peacland could see the glint of fear in Woro's eyes. The elder knew there was truth in Peacland's words. He just couldn't accept it.

"There's more out there," Peacland continued. "We have to learn it. We can't remain here, bound to the old ways. We have to move forward."

Woro turned away, his voice cold. "You would leave us to the unknown? To the spirits you've awakened?"

Peacland didn't respond. He didn't need to.

He knew what he had to do. The future was no longer bound by the limits of Ember Root. It was a horizon that stretched across time and space, and Peacland was the one to bridge the gap.

Chapter 4: The Shifting Tides