Melania stood on the cliff, where the sky blended with the sea, and the world seemed like an unbroken weave of possibilities. The air was thick with a silence so profound that even the waves dared not disturb it. She could feel Eternity, the one they had created, revolving around them, slowly shifting, like something unseen yet tangible. It was not simply a change of form; it was an attempt to understand itself.
“Eternity needs to see itself,” she said, turning to her companions.
Endar, standing beside her, pondered, glancing at everything around them. “And how do we show it itself?” he asked. “We can create countless possible realities, but is Eternity capable of seeing its essence through all these reflections?”
Kairen stepped closer, pressing his hands to his chest. “We must show it these images not as facts, but as variants. Eternity must feel how its essence evolves, how it can transform, shift forms, without effort or rigid constraints.”
Melania nodded, and the space around them began to change. She summoned projections of possible forms of Eternity, each one a reflection of a different path — a calm one, where everything seemed harmonious and stable; a chaotic one, where the world appeared to collapse but still renewed itself; a multifaceted one, where different realities intertwined and gave birth to new possibilities; and even a destructive one, where the world fractured, only for new foundations to emerge from the ruin.
She extended her hand, and these worlds, appearing before her eyes, filled the space, becoming visual representations of how Eternity might look in different forms.
“These are just possibilities,” Melania said. “Eternity must find itself in these images, understand each one, and choose its path.”
She allowed each of these images to unfold, sending them into the surrounding space, and with them, Eternity began to respond. At first, it remained indifferent, observing from a distance, but as time passed, it began interacting with each reflection, trying to understand which one most resonated with its nature.
But the more Eternity observed, the more it seemed lost. Distortions became more frequent — images started merging, blending into one another. The destructive elements of chaos seeped into the harmonious worlds, and harmony tried to absorb everything foreign. Eternity seemed to collide with its own boundaries, attempting to find a point of stability amid all the variants.
“It doesn’t see,” Endar remarked, observing the blending of images. “It’s struggling to recognize itself among these distorted forms.”
Melania understood that they could not force Eternity to understand itself solely through images. Eternity was too complex, and its nature did not allow for it to be reflected in simple pictures.
“We can’t just show it variants,” she said, turning to Kairen. “It needs to feel the essence of these variants. It has to see not just what it is, but what it can become.”
Melania focused and called Eternity to herself. She pulled a fragment of space, making it as transparent as glass, and through it began tracing every movement, every image. Now there were no longer just projections. Eternity began interacting with them, but not as external variants. It started choosing each path, exploring it from within, feeling it, understanding that this path was only one of many possible, and each of them was part of its evolution.
“This will be a long process,” Kairen noted, as Eternity began to come into consciousness. “But it’s starting to see itself, even though through distorted paths.”
Melania silently agreed. They had given Eternity a chance to understand itself. And though this was a long journey, their task was not to rush the process but to create conditions for its evolution. Eternity was now on its path to understanding, and even if it could not comprehend everything at once, it was ready to move forward, discovering its limits, its potential.
“Now it chooses,” Melania said, sighing in relief. They had created a reflection, and Eternity had started to understand itself through these images. They couldn’t force its choice, but they had provided it with a way to grasp who it could become.