Adam

I am Adam. The first breath of life, shaped from the dust and touched by the hand of the Eternal. I walked in light before shadows had a name, and the garden answered to my voice. Every creature knew peace, every dawn was promise. I was made to tend, to guard, and to love. But today, the air feels different—heavy, watchful. The song of Eden falters as I search for her. I find her near the heart of the garden, where gold light gathers around the forbidden tree. She stands still, her gaze lifted, her lips parted in listening. And then I see it—the serpent, coiled among the branches, speaking softly, its words too quiet for me to hear. My breath catches. The world seems to lean in, waiting.