Melania stood at the edge of the abyss, which stretched out before her as a dark void. She felt the ground beneath her tremble, as though the earth itself protested her presence. The shadows around her began to stir, wrapping around her legs, reaching for her. She did not fear them. She was ready. To change herself. To change the world. But it was not an easy path.
Before her, an endless emptiness opened up, growing larger, swallowing the space. The air was thick, and every breath she took seemed incomplete, like a song that could not find its end. She took a step, but the ground beneath her wavered, as though her step had become the moment that turned everything around.
“Are you ready?” came a familiar voice, and she turned around.
Behind her emerged a figure that seemed to rise from the mist. Shadows fell from its shoulders, like black spirals hiding its face. It was the Guardian of Eternity — the one who watched time, its unstoppable flow. His gaze was empty, yet filled with profound wisdom.
Melania couldn’t respond immediately. Her mind was in turmoil. Every choice before her felt fatal. She had to change herself, and that required more from her than ever. Her body and soul could feel the weight of these changes. To break the old reality, she would have to become part of this altered essence, and it would not be painless.
“I am ready, but what does this mean?” she asked, her voice echoing as if fractured into a thousand fragments.
The Guardian approached. His eyes gleamed with cold light, absorbing the warmth around him. Silently, he extended his hand, and the world around her began to change. Echoes of other realities penetrated this one, like a melody flowing between worlds.
“Do you wish to change this world?” — his voice was not just a question; it was a demand. — “Then you must understand that any change requires sacrifice. The choice you make will alter not only you but the entire flow of time.”
Melania felt her heart quicken. These words stung deeply in her soul. Her consciousness began to sink into a space where time no longer existed, where every moment merged with the next. She felt that her body was no longer just physical. She had become part of something vast, something that had existed before time and would exist after it.
“What must I do?” she asked, her voice now certain.
The Guardian nodded, and the shadow around them grew, expanding. It was like a sea, consuming everything in its path. Time ceased to exist as a concept. She felt herself become part of this flow, knowing that her choice would now determine not only her fate but the fate of all those connected to her.
“You must destroy what holds this world in stability. By destroying the old, you will create the new. But be careful. In destruction, there is a path, and not everyone can bear its weight.”
Melania closed her eyes, feeling her strength grow. She was ready for the changes. And she knew that to disrupt the balance, she must herself become part of that destruction.
The Guardian, who had witnessed countless changes and catastrophes, took a step back. His gaze was no longer cold — there was a trace of compassion in it.
“You will be both dark and light. This path will not stop you, but will it stop those who follow you?” his voice was not just a warning, but a demand.
Melania looked at him, and in her heart, confidence began to blossom. She was not merely embarking on a path of destruction — she was beginning a path of creation, one that had not yet been seen but was already deeply felt within her soul.
She took a step forward. And the whole world before her shifted, along with her consciousness. In destroying the old, she created the new, and now this choice was hers — and she could not turn back from it.
The shadows around her began to fade, and the world unfolded, awaiting the dawn of a new era.