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In the high, mist-shrouded peaks of the Zagros Mountains, where the wind whispers in the tongue of the ancient Kurds, lived a young man named Zana. While others in his village were known for their skill with the plow or the rifle, Zana possessed a gift far rarer and, some said, more dangerous: he was a keeper of the —the Voice of the Bards.

Zana had become the new Hozan, the protector of the voice that would ensure their stories would never be lost to time. Denge Hozanan

The legend said that the Hozanan were not mere singers, but weavers of fate. Their songs were said to hold the collective memory of a people, and when they sang, the very stones of the earth would vibrate with the echoes of long-forgotten battles and lost loves. In the high, mist-shrouded peaks of the Zagros