They took a step forward—and the world changed again.
The path vanished as if it had never existed. The space around them was neither dark nor light but constantly shifting, undecided about what it truly was. Every movement, every breath sent ripples through reality—shadows emerging from nothingness, light appearing without a source.
Ahead of them was something without form.
It was not a gate, not a wall, not an abyss. And yet, they felt it—a boundary.
— What is this? — Flamen asked, staring into the unknowable.
— The end. Or the beginning, — Emiren replied.
— And who guards this threshold?
There was no answer.
A World That Has Not Yet Become Reality
They moved closer.
And with every step, they felt themselves changing.
Their bodies were unstable, as if the very boundaries of their existence were dissolving, like water merging with another stream. Emiren felt his memories not just fading into the past but vanishing altogether, as if they had never existed.
Flamen reached out his hand—and saw his fingers turning to ash. Yet he felt no pain, only a strange sense of loss.
The one who had been Empty felt his name slipping away, as if reality itself refused to acknowledge it.
— This place is not meant for us, — he whispered.
— But it is waiting for us, — Emiren replied.
Voices That Belong to No One
Then they heard the voices.
Not words, but the essence of thought itself.
— What do you seek?
— We seek the truth.
— Are you willing to lose yourselves for it?
— We have already lost enough.
— Not yet.
And suddenly, they saw a world that had not yet become real.
Before them, fragments of a possible future unfolded.
A World Without the Creators
They saw the Eternal Garden.
But it was no longer what they remembered.
The silver leaves had darkened, the branches had withered, and the paths were overgrown with ash. Time had frozen, as if it had lost its very essence. There were no Creators, no choices, no change.
— This is a world without us, — Flamen realized.
— A world where no one remains to shape eternity, — Emiren added.
— A world that has lost itself, — said the one who had been Empty.
The Choice That Determines Everything
A question stood before them.
They could turn away, leave this world as it was, accept its downfall.
Or they could take one final step forward.
— If you move forward, you will not only change this world. You will change yourselves.
— We know.
— Are you ready?
— We cannot be anything else.
They took the final step.
And the world changed.