A new world was born in silence. Antem stood on the summit of a hill that rose above an endless expanse. Before him lay fields, dense forests, and mountain ranges shimmering in a light that no longer came from the sun. This light flowed from the very space itself, like a reflection of life that breathed now in a different way.
There were no clocks here. No towers, no pendulums, no remnants of the old system. Time no longer existed as a shadow that chased every step. Instead, everything pulsed like a single heart, a continuous rhythm that lived in every plant, in every drop of water, in every breath.
Antem felt this rhythm deeper than ever before. He no longer needed to speak or analyze. The world demanded no explanations, for now he was one with it.
He descended to a river, its water flowing yet remaining still, like a mirror.
As he touched its surface, he did not see his own face but rather images — the faces of other people, their thoughts, their emotions. Everything that was once fragmented now existed as one.
The world was alive. But there was no observer and nothing to observe.
Antem sat on the bank, gazing into the distance. He no longer asked questions or sought answers. The feeling of fullness filled every cell of his being.
“This world is me,” — he thought. But even this thought faded into the waves of