The Garden breathed.
It was no longer a unified whole—new contours of reality sprouted from its soil, trembling at the edge of existence. The branches of the silver tree that Emiren had created stretched in all directions, intertwining with a space that had no defined shape. Light and shadow no longer fought; they became two sides of one essence.
Yet something remained unfinished.
“If all possibilities exist, what remains real?”
This question pressed on Emiren’s consciousness.
Before him stood Ardalys, his eyes glowing with a mix of awe and fear. His fingers barely touched the bark of the silver tree, and he felt waves of new essence passing through him.
— We have created something that never existed before, — said Ardalys.
— We opened doors that no one dared to open, — Emiren replied.
— But what if these doors lead to emptiness?
Emiren met his gaze.
— Then we will find out what lies beyond.
But they were not alone.
Behind them, among the broken lines of time, appeared those known as the Unspeakable.
They could not be seen in their entirety—only felt. They were presence, whispers between heartbeats, tremors in the air that made the skin shiver. They did not belong to either the past or the future—they were never meant to be.
Yet they were here.
The Guardians of the Eternal Garden, who had remained silently observing, now stepped forward. Their eyes shone with icy light, their shadows trembling as though they, too, were unsure of their own reality.
— The boundary is broken, — came the voice of one of them.
Emiren felt his heart stop.
— What boundary?
The Guardian slowly raised his hand.
— The boundary between what could be and what should not have been.
Ardalys clenched his fists.
— Who decides what must be and what must not?
The Guardian did not answer.
But the Unspeakable began to move.
Their presence changed the world around them. The silver tree, which had symbolized the new balance, suddenly began to blacken at its roots. The space around them began to fracture, forming cracks that led into nothingness.
Emiren realized the truth.
“We didn’t just open the doors to possibilities. We destroyed the boundary between existence and non-existence.”
The Unspeakable were not meant to exist. They were what was never supposed to appear. And now they sought their place in the world.
The Guardians stepped forward.
— This cannot be allowed.
They raised their hands, and the space began to compress, as if trying to force the Unspeakable back into non-existence.
But the Unspeakable did not retreat.
They expanded, their presence becoming stronger. The trees bent under their pressure, even Emiren’s silver tree trembled as if its existence was in question.
And then he understood.
— You cannot destroy them, — he said.
The Guardians did not reply, but their gaze grew colder.
— If they were never meant to exist, — Emiren continued, — then why are they here?
— Because you allowed it to happen, — the voice of the Unspeakable replied.
It was not one voice. It was thousands of voices, merged into one, made of all the unrealized thoughts, lost dreams, unfulfilled possibilities.
Emiren stepped forward.
— What do you seek?
— A name.
The word sliced through the silence like lightning.
Ardalys recoiled.
— What?
The Unspeakable began to change. Their blurred silhouettes started to take form, but these forms kept shifting.
— We had no names. We had no stories. We were the shadow of what could have been but never was.
Their voices grew louder, and the air around them tensed, as if the world itself feared to listen.
— But you created a place where we can be.
Emiren clenched his fists.
— You want me to give you names?
— We want to be.
Silence.
The Guardians looked at him, waiting. Ardalys stood beside him, his face filled with doubt.
If he agreed, the Unspeakable would become part of reality. They would have their story, and they could no longer be cast into oblivion.
If he refused, they would remain nameless, and the world would ultimately destroy them as a mistake.
But was it a mistake?
Emiren took a deep breath.
— You want to be? — he repeated.
The Unspeakable lowered their heads.
He extended his hand.
— Then you will be.
The world trembled.
The shadows of the Unspeakable began to change, their features becoming clearer. The space around them no longer rejected them—it accepted them.
The silver tree ceased trembling.
The cracks in reality began to disappear.
And the Unspeakable took form for the first time.
— We… are.
It was not a cry, not a whisper, but simply a fact.
The Guardians remained silent.
Ardalys looked at Emiren.
— You’ve done the impossible.
Emiren sighed.
— I’ve done what was meant to be.
The world changed.
And now the new story was just beginning.