Melania found herself in a space where time and space seemed like interconnected threads, weaving into a single fabric. It was a place without borders, where every movement of hers sent echoes through misty realms, and everything she saw seemed to exist within its own moment. She stood at the invisible threshold between two worlds—light and darkness, memory and future. And before her, like sails on the horizon, appeared silhouettes. People? Beings? Her gaze skimmed over their figures, but their faces remained blurred, like reflections in murky water. They didn’t move, yet didn’t stay still— their shadows swayed like winds drifting through frozen spaces of time.
“Melania,” a voice called to her, familiar yet indistinct, like an echo of a distant memory. “You’ve reached the threshold where your choices will determine not only your destiny but the destiny of all you wish to change. The world you left behind is no longer what it was. The world you’ve entered requires change—but are you ready to become the one to change it?”
Melania took a step forward. And instantly, moments from her past surrounded her—sounds, scents, sensations she had experienced and long forgotten. They swirled around her, like eerie imprints of time that had no form, but existed in her memory, in her heart.
“Time does not merely pass, Melania. Time is formed, changed, just as you are. You have changed yourself, and now you are part of what has been, and part of what will be,” the voice echoed again, this time clearer, but still laden with deep uncertainty.
She took another step. All the images around her faded, leaving only light— not bright, but deep and calm, like the faint hum of ancient stars. Melania felt her heart begin to beat in rhythm with that light—deep, steady, as though the very energy of this space was permeating her soul.
Suddenly, the space before her shifted. The ground, which had been invisible beneath her feet, began to materialize. She found herself on a vast plaza, where colossal columns stretched upward, like living stone pillars holding the heavens. The air was filled with an eerie calm, and at the same time, it vibrated, like the strings of an instrument playing on the edge of hearing.
Before her stood a new object—a massive, round stone placed at the center of the plaza. It pulsed with a soft light, creating an illusion of space that expanded and contracted like a heart beating in an endless cycle. In the middle of the stone was a crack, through which a cold, dark beam pierced, splitting the plaza in two.
“This is no mere stone,” the voice spoke once more, filling the space. “This is the pulse of the world you now inhabit. It holds both power and knowledge, but its crack—this is your choice. If you decide to pass through it, you will become part of this world. This is not just a change of yourself—it is the union of your essence with all you wish to change. You will not merely influence reality, you will be it.”
Melania gazed at the stone, and the crack seemed to widen, beckoning her. She felt her heart quicken, and though her mind remained calm, it was increasingly drawn to that dark crack. This moment was one where she had to decide—whether to step forward and become part of something significant, whatever that might be, or retreat, leaving this world behind.
She approached the stone. And in that moment, as her fingers touched the cold surface, a surge of energy emerged from the crack, enveloping her instantly, and Melania felt herself entwining with everything around her. She was no longer just an observer—she had become part of this process, part of this world, its fabric now her own.
The darkness inside the stone consumed her, and she seemed to drown in all the possibilities and ideas that were unknown, yet so distant, like something that had not yet happened but was already striving to be.
“You have changed,” the voice said as the energy surrounding her began to subside. “Now, you are no longer just an observer. You are part of this world. And now, this world will change with you.”
Melania took a deep breath. She felt her very essence shift, and her choice—had become part of everything. Now, she was not merely a reflection of the world, but a part of it, ready to change what needed changing and to correct what had become part of her very being.