**The café is almost closed, Alex is sitting at a table, staring out the window. A man sleeps at the table next to him.**

  **Alex**: (whispering to himself) What am I doing here? Thirteen years of the same cycle... work, home, loneliness. My friends are geniuses, and I... I'm just another salesman.

  **(The man wakes up and looks at him, confused.)**

  **Man**: Are you talking to yourself?

  **Alex**: (startled) Oh... uh, yeah. Just... reflecting on how my life is a mess.

  **Man**: (smiling) It's not that bad. At least you have a job, right?

  **Alex**: (laughing bitterly) A mediocre job. Thirteen years, and I'm still just a number. My brother killed himself, and here I am, pretending I care.

  **Man**: (with a sympathetic tone) Sometimes, what we don't feel weighs heavier than what we do.

  **Alex**: (staring at the man intensely) Why are you telling me this? You don't know me.

  **Man**: (calmly) But I understand you. The void can be overwhelming.

  ---

  **Alex**: (looking at the sleeping man) I don't know why I'm telling you this... But sometimes I feel like my life is a joke. My friends have everything, and I... I just exist.

  **Man**: (slowly waking up) What are you saying?

  **Alex**: Oh, sorry. I just... don't have anyone to talk to. I work at a place that doesn't appreciate me, and my dreams fade more every day.

  **Man**: (softly) Sometimes, the value of life is measured in small moments. What seems insignificant can carry more weight than you think.

  **Alex**: (frustrated) But what if those moments aren't enough? What if I never feel complete?

  **Man**: (smiling faintly) The search for completeness is a journey in itself. It's not always the destination that matters.

  *(The man stands up, looks at Alex with an enigmatic expression, and walks away. Alex watches him, confused.)*

  ---

  *(Alex stays at the table, feeling lost. As the man leaves, he notices something on the table. He approaches and sees a small piece of paper.)*

  **Alex**: (whispering to himself) What's this?

  *(He unfolds the paper and reads: "golden eyes." He feels uneasy, as if those words hold a hidden meaning.)*

  ---

  *(After returning home and a sleepless night, Alex falls asleep. Upon waking, he finds God standing before him.)*

  **Alex**: (looking at God, distrustful) What makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer? I'm just an ordinary man, not some chosen one.

  **God**: (unfazed) Greatness doesn't lie in being chosen, but in recognizing the potential within you.

  **Alex**: (crossing his arms) Potential? I've spent years feeling invisible. Why should I believe in something different now?

  **God**: (calmly) Invisibility is a choice. Every day, you decide how to perceive yourself and the world around you.

  **Alex**: (analyzing) So, it's my fault? Am I the only one responsible for my mediocrity?

  **God**: (emotionless) Responsibility is a burden you carry, but it's not the only factor in your life. Perception can be distorted by fear and complacency.

  **Alex**: (sarcastic) So, it's easy to get out of this? I just choose to be different, and everything changes, right?

  **God**: (serenely) It's not easy, but it's possible. Transformation requires courage and honesty with yourself.

  **Alex**: (challenging) And if I don't have that courage? What if I choose to stay where I am?

  **God**: (calmly) That's your choice. But remember, staying in the shadows won't change the reality around you. The light will always be there, waiting for you to step closer.

  ---

  *(After the dialogue with God, Alex feels a mix of distrust and curiosity. Finally, he nods.)*

  **Alex**: (in a faint voice) Alright... I'll try. But I don't know if I can do it.

  *(The scene fades, and Alex feels a strong pull within him. The next image he sees is completely different.)*

  *(Alex opens his eyes and finds himself in a crib. Everything around him is big and confusing. He looks at his tiny hands and feels the soft fabric of a blanket. He realizes he has black hair and can barely move his body.)*

  **Alex**: (internally, confused) What's happening? I can't speak... I'm trapped in the body of a baby.

  *(He tries to scream, but only a soft babble comes out. The reality of his situation overwhelms him. He observes his surroundings: decorated walls, bright toys, and warm light streaming through the window.)*

  *(A few moments later, a maternal figure approaches. The woman looks at him with tenderness, and Alex feels a mix of love and vulnerability.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) Is this what God meant by a new beginning? I'm here, but what does it all mean? How can I change anything in this state?

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  *(As his mother picks him up and holds him, Alex feels a deep connection, but the confusion persists. All he can do is observe and experience the world from a new perspective.)*

  ---

  *(As Alex settles into the crib, he watches his parents interact. In his mind, he begins to recall fragments of his father's story.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) My father... he was always a low-ranking noble, but his story is worth telling.

  *(He visualizes his father as a young knight, with shining armor and a determined face.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) He was one of the king's most loyal knights. He earned his title not just through bravery in battle, but also through his integrity. He always defended the weak, something I admired even before this new life.

  *(He remembers the stories his father used to tell about his adventures, fighting dragons and defending villages.)*

  **Alex**: (reflecting) But despite his nobility, he never had much. We lived in a small house on the edge of the kingdom, and though he was always proud of his status, he sometimes felt trapped in his role.

  *(Alex feels a mix of sadness and understanding. His father's life wasn't easy, and though he was noble, he often lacked the resources and recognition he deserved.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) In my past life, I never fully appreciated his sacrifice. I didn't understand the struggles he faced or the love he always tried to give us.

  *(As the sound of his father's laughter echoes in the room, Alex realizes he has the chance to honor his legacy in a way he never could before.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) This time, I'll do everything I can to be a son he can be proud of. Not just a noble by title, but a noble at heart.

  ---

  *(A few years later, Alex, now a five-year-old boy, is in the library of "The Purple Sea Territory." The shelves are filled with ancient books, and the atmosphere is quiet and cozy.)*

  **Alex**: (flipping through a book eagerly) What's this?

  *(His eyes light up as he reads about the "Gift," a special ability that all young people can awaken thanks to the fruits of the World Tree.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) Amazing! Every young person has the right to receive a Gift at the age of five. This is what I've been waiting for.

  *(He dives into the reading, absorbing every word about how the fruits of the tree grant unique abilities, from manipulating elements to healing and telepathy.)*

  **Alex**: (excited) This means I can be something more! Not just a kid in the Purple Sea Territory, but someone with a purpose, with power.

  *(He remembers the stories he'd heard about young people who had received their Gifts and how it changed their lives and the lives of those around them.)*

  **Alex**: (with a smile on his face) Imagining having a Gift is like dreaming of flying. I could be brave, like my father, or heal others. The possibilities are endless!

  *(Alex feels a wave of hope and excitement for the first time in years. The idea of awakening a Gift fills him with energy and purpose. He feels that, with this opportunity, he can change his destiny.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) I not only have the chance to honor my father, but also to find my own identity. This is my moment.

  *(He closes the book with determination, resolved to prepare for the day he can harvest his Gift and become someone truly special in his world.)*

  ---

  *(Alex, sitting in a corner of the library, flips through more books about Gifts and their inheritances. His mind is filled with possibilities and dreams.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) In this world, children usually inherit the Gift of one of their parents. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll receive my father's Gift, "Obsidian Territory."

  *(He visualizes his father's Gift: a vast territory of 600 meters where his allies receive a 40% boost in defense. He feels excited imagining it.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) That would be incredible. To have the ability to protect those I love, to create a safe place for them. I could be a true leader.

  *(Then he remembers his mother's Gift, "The Rules of Feudalism." It's an ability that sets rules that must be obeyed by those he considers servants, with consequences for those who disobey.)*

  **Alex**: (reflecting) My mother's Gift is powerful too. Controlling others, making sure they follow my rules... But is that what I really want?

  *(He feels conflicted. The idea of having power is appealing, but he doesn't want to become someone who imposes his will on others.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) Combining both Gifts would be amazing, but with less than a 0% chance... What if I inherit nothing?

  *(He sits in silence, contemplating his future. The excitement mixes with uncertainty.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) Still, I can't let the fear of the unknown stop me. I need to prepare for the day of the harvest, no matter what Gift I receive.

  *(With renewed determination, Alex closes the book and stands up, resolved to train and learn everything he can about using Gifts, preparing for any outcome.)*

  ---

  *(The big day has arrived. Alex is in the chapel of "Mary," decorated with intricate stained glass that lets in vibrant sunlight. Around him, other young nobles wait anxiously for their turn.)*

  **Alex**: (looking around) This is the moment I've been waiting for. Even though I'm low-ranking, I'm here, in the chapel of the nobility.

  *(He feels a mix of nerves and excitement. The chapel is a sacred place, full of history and meaning. He remembers the stories he heard about Gift ceremonies where young nobles discover their destiny.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) I hope today is the day I find out who I really am.

  *(As the ceremony progresses, Alex watches the other young nobles. Some are children of powerful nobles, and their confidence shines through their posture. He feels small but determined to do his best.)*

  *(The priest, dressed in ceremonial robes, prepares to begin the ceremony. The crowd in the chapel falls silent, and the atmosphere fills with anticipation.)*

  **Priest**: (in a resonant voice) Welcome to the Gift ceremony. Today, each of you will have the opportunity to receive the blessing and the Gift bestowed upon you by the World Tree.

  *(Alex feels his heartbeat quicken. He remembers his expectations of receiving his father's or mother's Gift.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) What if I don't get any Gift? How will I face the others?

  *(The ceremony moves forward, and one by one, the young nobles are called to the front to receive their Gifts. Some are cheered by the crowd, while others are met with murmurs of admiration.)*

  *(Finally, his name is called. With a deep breath, Alex stands and walks to the altar. As he approaches, he feels the energy of the place and the weight of the gazes upon him.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) This is my moment. No matter what happens, I have to face this with courage.

  *(The priest looks at him with a serene expression and raises his hands toward the World Tree behind the altar.)*

  **Priest**: (solemnly) Alex, son of nobles, it is time to discover your Gift. May the World Tree bless you.

  *(Alex closes his eyes, feeling the energy around him as he prepares for what's to come. His heart pounds with hope and a little fear.)*

  ---

  *(Alex stands before the altar, where a delicate crystal cup glows with the golden sap of the World Tree. The crowd watches in silence, and the priest gestures to the cup.)*

  **Priest**: (softly) Alex, by drinking this sap, you will receive the Gift destined for you. This is a unique moment, reserved only for you.

  *(As he lifts the cup, Alex feels a mix of awe and gratitude. He remembers how in the chapels of Joseph and Santos, children share a chalice, often struggling to get enough sap. The idea of having his own cup fills him with a sense of specialness.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) I'm here, in the chapel of Mary, surrounded by nobility. This moment is mine alone.

  *(He feels happiness bubbling up inside him. In his past life, he often felt insignificant, but now, in this new beginning, he's surrounded by love and opportunity.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) I'm not just another kid. I'm the son of a noble, and I have the right to receive a unique Gift.

  *(With determination, he lifts the cup and takes a sip of the sap. A sweet, warm flavor spreads through his mouth, filling him with energy. He closes his eyes as the sap flows through him.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) This is the moment I've been waiting for. Finally, I can leave behind the pain of my past and embrace my future.

  *(As the sap envelops him, a bright light begins to radiate from his body. The connection to the World Tree feels powerful and transformative.)*

  *(Suddenly, a vision flashes through his mind: images of power, protection, and leadership. He sees his father and mother, proud of him, and feels a deep desire to be worthy of their love.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) No matter what Gift I receive, I'll do everything I can to be the person who deserves this gift.

  *(When he finally opens his eyes, the crowd looks at him in awe. He feels the vibrant energy around him and knows his life is about to change forever.)*

  ---

  *(Alex stands before the altar, feeling the energy of the sap within him. The priest looks at him with an expression of astonishment and confusion as he reads the nature of his Gift.)*

  **Priest**: (staring at Alex, wide-eyed) This... can't be...

  *(The priest, using his Gift "The Interpreter and Saint of God's Word," begins to analyze Alex's Gift. His face transforms, reflecting surprise and fear.)*

  **Priest**: (stammering) Pro... pro... probability...

  *(The word echoes through the chapel, creating a tense silence. Everyone present feels the unease in the air as the priest struggles to process what he's just discovered.)*

  **Alex**: (confused and worried) What does that mean?

  *(The priest, visibly shaken, clutches the edge of the altar.)*

  **Priest**: (in a trembling whisper) I've... I've never heard that word before.

  *(The crowd murmurs, restless at the priest's reaction. The tension grows as the priest tries to grasp the gravity of what he's revealed.)*

  **Priest**: (in a broken voice) Probability... it's something unknown in the context of Gifts.

  *(Alex feels a chill run down his spine, aware that his Gift is more than just a simple power.)*

  **Alex**: (nervously) Is it something bad?

  *(The priest shakes his head, but his expression is one of fear and awe.)*

  **Priest**: (whispering) I don't know. This could change everything.

  *(The atmosphere grows heavy as everyone waits to understand the implications of this unknown Gift and what it will mean for Alex's future.)*

  ---

  *(Suddenly, Alex feels dizzy. A whirlwind of energy engulfs him, and his Gift fully activates. His vision transforms, and he begins to see the probabilities of every event around him.)*

  *(Images and glowing numbers appear in his mind: births, marriages, successes, and failures. Every small detail unfolds before him like a vast interconnected tapestry of possibilities.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) What's happening? I can see everything...

  *(Every object and person in the chapel has a halo of light representing their probabilities. The anxious looks of the people around him turn into stories, each with its own possible outcome.)*

  *(However, he realizes that not all probabilities are favorable. He sees dark scenarios, failures, disappointments, and struggles.)*

  **Alex**: (feeling overwhelmed) This is... too much.

  *(He slowly regains consciousness, but his expression is different. He no longer feels the excitement that once filled him; it's as if he's gained a distant, almost divine perspective.)*

  *(He looks around with an unemotional expression, as if pitying everyone present. His gaze reflects a deep and painful understanding of their destinies.)*

  **Alex**: (thinking) It's like I'm seeing through the eyes of God...

  *(The people around him, noticing his change, feel a mix of awe and fear. The power Alex has unleashed is overwhelming, and the atmosphere grows heavy with the revelation of what his Gift means.)*

  *(Alex, now aware of the burden his ability carries, examines each of the nobles, feeling the weight of their futures.)*

  **Alex**: (internally) What if I could use this to elevate my family? To secure their greatness and power in this world?

  *(A flash of ambition shines in his eyes as he considers the possibilities. The room fills with a reverent silence, as all eyes are fixed on him, waiting for answers he's already beginning to plan.)*