At twenty-one, the visions crossed into waking life.

In a temple no human had built, under skies that bled colors unseen by mortal eyes, Orion stood once again before the Tree of Life.

The great beasts of creation stirred in the branches — lion, serpent, eagle, kraken, dragon... all beautiful, all mighty.

Yet it was the Spider that held his gaze.

Eight eyes that saw all. Threads spun between worlds. Strength not in raw power, but in patience, in connection, in the weaving of destiny itself.

Orion’s heart knew the truth.

"I choose the Spider," he said.

In that moment, his name shattered like glass against eternity.

He was no longer Orion.

He was Sorion, Prince of the Web.