Melania stood in the middle of the endless plain, where it was impossible to distinguish the sky from the ground. This was the essence of what remained after the old Eternity had ceased to exist. A clean slate. A place where nothing had yet been formed, where no rules were established, where all laws were absent.
She took a deep breath, trying to catch even the slightest sense of something that could help. But around her, there was nothing except the infinite silence and emptiness, where even the smallest stirrings of her thoughts echoed.
“You have to teach this place new laws,” said Endar, who stood nearby, holding a shard of the old Eternity. “And you can’t do it alone. Eternity requires all of your attention, all of your will.”
Melania felt her heart start to race. Her hands reached out toward the emptiness, but there was neither beginning nor end to what surrounded her. Only millions of possible futures, all equal, all equally out of reach.
“How can I teach it?” she asked, more to herself than to Endar. “It doesn’t know anything. It’s empty.”
Endar nodded, looking at her calmly but with fire in his eyes.
“Emptiness doesn’t mean a lack of possibilities. It can become anything. But you need to decide what it will be. The choice is yours.”
Melania understood the weight of his words, but the burden weighed heavily on her shoulders. She couldn’t simply make one move and create laws that would take control of everything. Eternity, even empty, had its own nature. And she needed to understand how it worked.
“Maybe we should start simple,” she said, trying to align her thoughts into one cohesive line. “What if I give it a base? A foundation.”
And then, she took the first step. With a light gesture, almost unconsciously, she created the first faint trace in the air, barely visible to the eye, yet at the same time filling the emptiness. The line wasn’t made of matter, almost written in light, but it had its place and direction.
“This is the beginning,” Endar said, his voice tinged with interest. “Now you need to decide where it leads.”
Melania carefully moved her hand, and the line shifted, taking on a new direction. Now it rose into the air, as if seeking a point of growth, a new orientation where there was more space.
But what happened next surprised her. The line began to branch out, much like the way branches of a tree grow. It wasn’t controlled—and yet, she couldn’t deny that it offered new possibilities.
“It responds to your decisions,” Endar said, watching the changes unfold. “Every choice you make alters it. But that’s not the only thing you can influence.”
Melania pondered. She felt the energy lines in her hands intertwining, forming something larger than just a simple line. Each decision she made gave birth to new possibilities.
“Yes, I can weave them together. Create connections between them.”
With her gestures, new constructs appeared: intertwined paths, networks, schemes. She felt Eternity respond to her will, echoing her intentions. It was like the first attempt to organize chaos, but she understood that many aspects still needed attention.
“You must teach it to balance,” Endar said, stepping closer. “These lines and structures you create could destroy Eternity if you don’t give it space to grow.”
Melania nodded, looking at her work. This was just the beginning, and there was so much more to do. But she was ready.
She took a deep breath and made the next move—gently sweeping her hand, creating empty spaces between the lines she had drawn, allowing them room for expansion, for growth, for new opportunities.
“Yes,” she said, gazing at the future of Eternity, still forming around her. “This is only the beginning. But I can teach it.”
And she continued, knowing that her task was not just to create Eternity, but to teach it to be, to teach it how to learn.