He stands—alone in emptiness—where stars blaze bright across a boundless cosmos.
His body urges flight ; his foot seems to push off from nothing, chasing a path unseen.
THE MAN dashes forward, searching for a certain something.
In his left hand he holds an orb—THE TRUTH—glowing an alluring pink shade, heavy with a weight that cannot be felt.
His deep-brown, calming eyes wander to : left and right, up and down.
He takes a sudden turn—left.
Click! — A bizarre emerald lighter ignites, casting a soothing lime glow. He flicks it upward; the flame slices open the fabric of the cosmos. He takes two steps back—then takes a leap of FAITH. As he passes through, the tear stitches itself closed.
After passing through the 67th Gate :-
His eyes wander again: to right— some yellow; to left—some red.
THE MAN dashes left, steady and swift.
Minutes later he stops, drawing a long breath.
The lighter snaps again , Again a rip in cosmos , Again a leap of FAITH.
He Exhales.
Now passed the 68th Gate :-
HIs eyes roam once more.
To Left— some red.
Without a thought , he dashes left, faster and faster.
After countless steps he halts, grief rising.
REGRET floods his heart; a sigh of FRUSTRATION and ANGER escapes from his lips.
Too hasty— just after seeing some red without even a glimpse of the right, he chose the wrong left.
He turns back. The path behind is still invisible, glassy as ambition.The way forward is some red— slowly fading.
The 68th Gate (again):-
To Left— some red. To Right— some orange tint.
The lighter is lifted with a flicker of hope and a breath of relief.
A comforting lime spark flares — then.... it fades... chased by a freezing wind from behind.
He trembles… and runs away from the unseen danger.
It seems that while THE MAN sought something, another sought THE MAN , but it was fine as he had expected this meeting at the 68th Gate all along.
In the center of the cosmos, two Supreme Entities face each other.
A colossal being, larger than any mountain—"THE DESTRUCTION"—looms above a regular sized human "THE MAN".
THE MAN couldn't seem to look at its entire frame at once. Its glare seemed enough to freeze even gods . From its immense right ear hung an earring of blank paper called: THE WISH , it danced along the cosmic energy.
Parting its ravine-like lips, it spoke:
"WAIT HERE !! , DON'T GO ANY FURTHER ! . The path you want to take take seems to you to be selfless but it is quite the contrary. Consider the potential of the power you hold—it is not a mere force… it is THE FORCE."
THE MAN looked THE DESTRUCTION right in his massive glaring eyes , sharpening his sight he stands straight up , taking a deep breath he open his mouth — he shouts at the creature like a command :"SHUT-UP !!!"
"THE MAN's words split the stars, he continued — "I have known you for a good amount of time. Even if I wished to believe, no matter what this Verse will not allow it. Where you and I stand, there is no second thought. We are fated to rip out each other's hearts — in the battle which decides."
"Very well then, this seems like the only way" murmurs THE DESTRUCTION. With heavy sorrow in its heart,rips out that same heart with his own hands and crushes it transforming into the being of true Destruction.
In answer, the being called THE MAN draws his sword called THE BLADE, it gleamed blue enchanted with a binding called THE FORCE, his left hand still clutching the orb called THE TRUTH.
An epic clash unfolds, reality itself seemed to be wavering, no being in any verse could comprehend the scale and complexity of this unreal clash.
The matters and energies tackling each other as time and space again and again keep breaking each other.
In this cosmic battleground where there is no day , the night begins to shine.
In this bizzare duel unlike anything else, they spend nearly all their celestial might.
As the end nears—victory leaning to THE MAN— he asks his nemesis :-
"At last… may I now fulfill my dream, my friend ? ...."
After a moment of silence , THE DESTRUCTION puts forth : an apology ?
"…Sorry for my actions." — THE DESTRUCTION lowers its gaze—not for guilt of the past, but for the deed to come.
It plucks THE WISH from its ear and prays, incomplete yet more complete than anything else before it :
"Summon… THE CHAOS."
The blank paper shines brights with a new name. It burns away bright and loud.
And indeed THE CHAOS arrives.
She creeps up on 'THE MAN' from behind. Her arms in tangle THE MAN . Her poisonous naked body clings passionately to his back .
Her scorching and lustful poison in grave 'THE MAN' ; already exhausted after his fight, he can't resist .The fierceness of her skin burns through all of his protection.
Clinging him more intensely she pulls him down . Away from this cosmos to her own , dragging him into the sea of her poison she clings on hard to him, not letting him go.
'THE MAN' lies flat — seeing the sun above tries to reach it but 'THE CHAOS' still clinging to his back pulls him deeper into the dark depths were any light ray of hope can't reach.
But — 'THE CHAOS' drowning in her own sea of poison has also now caught the symptoms .
'THE MAN' still trying to escape his end , elbows her chest .
'THE CHAOS ' lets out a soft moan — looking at THE MAN with eyes full regret and sorrow — "Hey , no need to be so aggressive come on now drown and be one with me ". — She holds THE MAN from his shoulders opening her mouth a bit , dripping with a special kind of poison — she bites down hard into his neck .
'THE MAN' lets out a moan in grief — as the teeth pierce into him the poison enters his being and no ordinary poison ;
The Strongest Poison Of All :THE REGRET OF PAST.
His heart grows cold. The orb glows a faint pink. The wandering of his deep brown eyes seems to have come to an end . The eyes close shut .
Along with THE DREAMS
......
An eternal rest.