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Chapter 1: Arrival of the Messenger
The sky above blazed a brilliant blue. A wide, flat terrain stretched endlessly—an empty plain surrounded by mountains. There was no grass and no sound. Only silence.
A lone figure walked forward.
A long black cloak, worn and heavy, swayed gently with each step he took. Its collar rose high around his neck, hiding part of his face, but leaving a glimpse of his sharp jaw.
He walked without urgency—calm, steady, as though following a forgotten path. His eyes were focused ahead, but his mind drifted elsewhere.
> "I wonder how much time has passed since then…"
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Flashback – Earth, Years Ago
The city bustled with noise and movement, sunlight glinting off windows and car hoods. Somewhere in the heart of that city, behind the closed curtains of a quiet room, a boy turned eighteen.
A window opened slowly. The morning light crept across his bed.
Black-haired, black-eyed, the boy slowly sat up, rubbing his face.
> "I want to restart in this life again…"
"Why am I even saying that? As if God would ever listen."
He sighed. Another normal day—or so he thought.
Cut to a distant place.
High above clouds that shimmered like silver, a man sat calmly on a throne. Nothing of his face or form was visible. Only one thing could be seen—a smile.
The clouds below him shifted gently, glowing from within. The throne was suspended in what seemed like a heavenly dimension—soft, surreal, dreamlike.
He smiled again.
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Back on Earth, the boy walked downstairs. His mother's voice called out from the kitchen:
> "Happy Birthday, [Name]!"
The name was muffled, distorted—as if the world itself wouldn't allow us to hear it.
> "Thanks…" he said softly, with a slight smile.
He sat at the dining table, quietly eating breakfast. Only his mother's voice could be heard. Her face was never shown.
Moments later, he walked through the city streets. Cars passed by. People crossed paths. Nothing unusual.
He stepped onto the zebra crossing.
And then—
Time froze.
The world halted. Cars hung motionless , birds in the air froze, people frozen mid-step. Even the air seemed to pause.
Confused, the boy looked around.
A figure slowly emerged in front of him. He wore pure white robes, his hair white as snow, eyes glowing white—as if made of light itself.
He smiled.
> "Happy Birthday… [Name]."
Once again, the name was inaudible. Swallowed by silence.
The boy's eyes widened.
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To be continued…
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