In a forgotten temple nestled between worlds, a reclusive sage discovered the gauze. Its threads shimmered like forgotten memories, and its touch held the promise of healing. The sage believed it could mend not only physical wounds but also the very fabric of the soul.

The gauze doesn’t cure in the conventional sense. It doesn’t banish physical ailments or erase memories. Instead, it whispers courage, amplifies resilience, and soothes the spirit. Some say it even reveals paths hidden in mist—choices that lead to healing. But beware: misuse can fray the gauze, turning it brittle.

Those who seek shortcuts—using it for selfish gain or to manipulate others—risk unraveling their souls. The jaded gauze demands sincerity, vulnerability, and reverence.