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Prologue

The scholar wandered the endless plains, a being shaped by the All-Mighty Bera. He was born from its essence, a fragment of its infinite wisdom and curiosity, yet incomplete. For Bera had sent him on a quest—not to conquer, not to rule, but to seek knowledge and understand the mysteries of existence.

One day, the scholar came across a towering tree whose roots delved deep into the earth and whose branches scraped the heavens. Beneath the tree sat an ancient figure, cloaked in shadows and light, their face obscured. The scholar approached cautiously, his heart yearning for answers.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am a Keeper,” the figure replied, their voice carrying both the warmth of the sun and the chill of the void. “I guard the truth that lies beyond.”

The scholar felt a flicker of hope. “Then tell me, Keeper, what is the nature of Bera? Why was I created, and why does knowledge elude me?”

The Keeper gestured to the tree. “This is the Tree of Knowing. Its roots grow into the core of existence, and its leaves capture the whispers of creation. But to pluck its fruit, you must prove you understand what you seek.”

The scholar sat beneath the tree, gazing at its boughs laden with golden fruit. “What must I do?”

The Keeper handed him two empty bowls. “Fill these, but choose wisely where you pour. One bowl shall hold the light of the sun; the other, the shadows of the moon. When they are full, you may taste the fruit.”

The scholar spent days wandering, collecting sunlight at dawn and moonlight at dusk. Yet no matter how carefully he poured, one bowl would spill over as the other remained incomplete. Frustrated, he returned to the Keeper.

“I cannot do it,” he admitted. “I cannot balance the light and shadow.”

The Keeper smiled. “And why do you try to separate them?”

The scholar hesitated. “Because I thought they were opposites, meant to be apart.”

The Keeper placed the bowls before him, then lifted a fruit from the tree. With a single motion, they cracked it open, revealing a swirling core of light and shadow intertwined.

“Knowledge is not the sun or the moon. It is the embrace of both, the recognition that Bera is found not in division, but in unity. You cannot fill the bowls separately, for they are not meant to hold halves. They are meant to hold the whole.”

The scholar understood. He took the bowls, held them together, and let the light and shadow pour into them as one. When they were full, he placed them beneath the tree, and a fruit fell into his hands.

As he bit into it, his mind expanded, not with answers, but with understanding. He realized that knowledge was not a destination but a journey. It was the act of seeking, of balancing light and shadow, of finding Bera within every question and every answer.

The Keeper watched as the scholar rose. “You have found what you sought. Now go, and share what you have learned.”

The scholar bowed, the taste of the fruit lingering on his tongue. He walked away from the tree, not with certainty, but with wisdom—a fragment of Bera returned to its infinite whole.