Epigraph
They say that when all the colors combine, they create white.
But this is an incomplete truth.
For in that mixture, black is missing.
If one could perfectly balance white and black…
Only a single color would emerge:
Gray.
Gray neither gleams with hope nor is lost in darkness.
It represents balance.
This book is the story of that gray soul's inner journey.
Maintain your balance… and have fun.
PART 1 – Loneliness
Darkness had swallowed the sky.
The stars had long since fallen silent; it was as if the pulse of time had stopped.
Everything was silent. Everything was still.
Just like him… like Jael.
He sat on the edge of a barren rock.
His eyes were fixed on the sky, but it wasn't the sky he was looking at.
There was something there… Unseen lines, winding paths, lights that shone but could not be seen...
Is this… really all there is? he thought to himself.
He was a warrior, yes.
But not by his strength alone.
His intellect, his sensitivity, his search for inner balance...
No one understood him.
They either feared him…
Or approached him with a foolish admiration.
And in the end:
He was left alone.
🎭 To those around him, Jael was a legend.
But to himself, he was just a void.
Since childhood, he had been faster.
Stronger.
He saw more… and he felt more.
Once, he had seen through a mountain with his gaze alone.
Another time, he had felt time itself fracture.
But there was no one to tell.
No one was on his level.
And he chose not to lower himself to anyone else's.
"Is my strength my curse?" he whispered that night.
⚡ Then, it happened.
Suddenly, the sky began to be scored with lines.
A thin trace…
Then another…
And another…
As if someone were tearing the heavens with a blade.
But instead of blood, light bled from the rift.
This light… it coiled like lightning,
stretched out like the roots of a tree,
and… it was drawing a map.
Jael rose.
For the first time, something showed on his face…
Interest.
Curiosity.
And perhaps, a flicker of hope.
"Are these… the cosmic lines?"
Each was the border of a universe.
Each was another possibility.
And perhaps, each was a path to friendship, to meaning, to… fun.
🌌 There were infinite universes.
But Jael chose only one.
The first one.
As the dark sky slowly fell away behind him,
his body merged with the lines.
His gray energy enveloped him, overpowering all other colors.
His face illuminated.
And a glint flashed in his eyes:
"This time, it will be different."
The first journey had begun.
But he didn't know yet...
That his loneliness was only the beginning.
And that fun, sometimes, blossoms in the darkest of places...