A Fracture in the Fabric of Eternity
Darkness and light merged into a single vortex as Emiren and his companions stepped forward. The sensation was like a tear— as if their bodies were still in the Eternal Garden, but their consciousness had already crossed the boundary of reality.
At first, there was only darkness. Then light appeared—not bright, but dim and flickering, like the flame of a candle caught in the wind. The space around them felt both infinite and confined. The branches of the Silver Tree, visible only a moment ago, had dissolved.
“This isn’t just a transition,” Flamen said, stopping. “This is… a fracture in the fabric of Eternity.”
“Where are we?” Empty asked, reaching out toward the space around him. His hand nearly dissolved into the shadow, but he quickly pulled it back.
Emiren stared into the formless chaos surrounding them. This was a place between worlds—something that existed only in moments of reality crossing over. But more importantly, it was unstable.
“We haven’t fully crossed the boundary yet,” he said. “But we’re no longer in our Eternity.”
“Is that bad?” Watery asked, his fingers nervously weaving thin strands of water.
“It means we may not find our way back,” the shadow that had led them here said quietly.
Everyone turned toward it. Its outlines had become clearer now. No longer just a ghostly echo, it was a being that existed at the threshold of worlds.
“I will show you the path,” the voice spoke. “But you must be ready to make a choice.”
The First Gate: Reflections of Forgotten Realities
Ahead, something resembling an archway began to form. It was woven from pure radiance, pulsing as if aware of their presence.
“Is this… a gate?” Flamen asked, studying its structure with curiosity.
“This is only the first of many,” the shadow replied.
Emiren stepped forward and reached out. As soon as his fingers touched the light, images flashed before his eyes—cities that were never built, people who were never born, wars that could have happened but never did.
“These are reflections,” he whispered.
“Reflections of what?” Watery moved closer.
“Of realities that were never created.”
Flamen frowned.
“If these realities never came to be, why are they here?”
The shadow shifted, its voice deepening:
“Because every choice leaves a trace. You have closed some possibilities and created others. But those that were cast aside did not disappear entirely.”
Empty glanced back.
“If we pass through this gate, will we not only see these realities but also affect them?”
“Or they will affect you,” the shadow responded.
Emiren knew this step would change everything. They had already altered their own Eternity, and now they had to decide whether to go even further.
He took a step forward.
A Fracture in Time
The gate swallowed them, and the world changed.
What they saw defied normal understanding. They stood in the square of a city that had never existed. Towers of crystal rose into the sky, but their outlines wavered as if they could vanish at any moment.
“Is this… possible?” Watery whispered, looking around.
“Only here,” the shadow replied.
Emiren sensed something strange: the space around them was not stable. Every movement they made created new currents of time, shifting the structure of the world.
“This place has no fixed time,” he said. “It changes according to our decisions.”
Flamen touched one of the towers. It trembled and shattered into countless shards of light.
“Then we can destroy it,” he said.
“Or restore it,” Empty countered.
The shadow spoke again:
“This city is not just a reflection. It is a fracture point. If you find its core, you will understand what to do next.”
Emiren felt the pull. Somewhere deep within this phantom city, something was waiting for them.
They moved forward.