Human or magician? I spent 18 years of my life on Earth and, if not for this star talisman, I would not have ended up in the terrible dungeon of a luxurious palace in a parallel world. That day my life turned upside down, and the ruler of the creatures called mages sentenced me to death without trial or trial. It was only by a miracle that beautiful angels saved me, but before I had time to rejoice, they transferred the care of me to a man subjected to the curse of the iron mask. It was he who told me that in my flesh I harbored a special magic of universal light. The magician who possessed me was able to perform the most difficult rituals of witchcraft by sacrificing me. I didn’t know who I was: a person mistakenly endowed with a magical gift, or a magician mistakenly born into a human family? However, it was this magic within me that connected me with the cursed masked man. Why is he trying to isolate me from others and protect me from them? Am I cursed like him? And what is the meaning of my magic? What is the essence of the connection between us?