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It is simply a fictional journey—an invention of the mind—crafted for storytelling, emotion, and creative exploration.
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The Year was XXXX
Smoke choked the sky.
It rolled over the once-golden fields like a black tide, swallowing sun and hope in equal measure. Ash rained like cursed snow, a blanketing the ruins of homes and dreams. The air trembled with the wails of the dying, the broken, and the lost. The World Corruption has sunken down too deep even the Good deeds of generation of humanity can make it afloat.
They came crawling from the rubble—bloodied hands outstretched, eyes hollow with grief. Children screamed for mothers buried beneath the cement. The old wept quietly, rocking the corpses of those they'd outlived. Fire devoured what little remained. A little Sweet Girl who got devoured by Monsters who just taken a stroll to buy medicine for her father.
And through it all, one cry rose, again and again, raw and desperate:
"Saviour!"
"Please—save us!"
The poor rot in the alleys, scraping together crumbs while towers of gold rise above them—paid for with stolen futures. The people who pay tax still live miserable life. Fathers vanish for speaking truth. Children learn hunger before hope.
And still, the ministers dine.
Still, the cameras lie.
Still, the flags wave.
But something has changed.
Tonight, the streets are not silent.
They are crying.
From every corner of the World, voices rise—trembling, furious, unstoppable:
"Where is the Saviour?"
"Who will end this plague of power?"
"Do God Enjoy us watching us die"
"Is there even a Saviour for our Kin"
A chorus of agony rang across the land, echoing through shattered temples and desecrated streets. They called not to kings, nor gods, nor demon but to a name whispered in prophecy—one long forgotten in time, but now needed more than ever. They don't ask for mercy anymore. They ask for justice. They demand fire. They demand DEATH....
Eyes turn to the sky, to the shadows.
Feet stumbled on scorched earth. Faces turned to the storm-dark horizon.
Where was the one who was promised?
The world was dying.
And still… they called.
"Saviour!"
The Eternal Void cannot be entered, only addressed. It lies beyond form, beyond light, at the end of Infinity—where even the laws of death grow quiet. Only voices reach it. Only echoes are allowed passage. And somewhere within it… something hears.
[Spoken by the BEING , voice echoing from the dark behind the seal]
Do you hear it? The soft mourning of galaxies long dead... the weeping of stars extinguished before they could burn their names into the firmament...
That is the song now.
That is what gnaws at my prison.
(Pause. A shiver in space as Infinity try to shatter himself , as though gravity and void itself remembers being torn. )
Once, I was fire. Once, I was the scream at the birth of time. I was witness to the first tear shed by a conscious mind of omni potency.
And they feared me for that.
So they buried me in nothing. In the Void. Where even dreams cannot reach.
But emptiness does not forget and remembered the past as bright as Quasar.
(A low rumble. The void vibrates. A hairline fracture forms across the seal, glowing with sorrow.)
The sadness of the universe—do you know it? Not grief, no. Not tragedy. Sadness and pain. That low and constant ache that threads through every lost orbit, every silence after war, every childless cradle on a dying world.
It is unending.
And it feeds me.
And I live with it
(The seal pulses. Voices—thousands—whisper from the darkness: dead civilizations, lost souls, abandoned gods.)
Every star that dies is a tear against the lock. Every forgotten name on a crumbling tombstone is a chisel at the gate.
The sadness grows... and so does the crack.
(A voice from outside the chamber—panicked, divine, ancient.)
The Control Centre of Eternal Void
COUNCILOR:The seal weakens. We must reinforce it—Send message to Demigods! Bind the light to the edges! Lockdown the Eternal tomb!
BEING (rising):
You are too late. There is more sorrow than joy now. You built my cage with hope and laughter with the Sacrifice of entire HIGHER BEING. But hope fades... ...and laughter dies.
(A final tremor. A crack races through the seal like lightning through ice.)
I am the memory of everything you've lost. And I am no longer sleeping.
[Scene ends with the shattering of the seal. Silence follows—deeper than before.]