"You know, Simi... sometimes I wonder what would happen if everything just stopped."
"Then you'd still try to draw it," she'd said, laughing softly.
"Yeah... maybe I would. Even the end deserves a picture."
That voice echoed faintly in Kaizen's head.
Then, silence.
He opened his eyes.
An endless ocean stretched beneath his feet — calm, mirror-smooth, glowing faintly under a sky of blue light.
There was no sun, no wind, no sound — just infinity.
And yet, he was standing on the water, barefoot, unhurt.
Kaizen stared at his reflection — a small hole glimmered on his forehead, fading slowly, like reality itself trying to erase it.
"What… what is this place?"
His voice echoed endlessly, swallowed by the vast, still air.
He took a few cautious steps. The surface rippled beneath him but didn't sink.
He tried to remember—
The sound of the gun.
Manajit shouting.
Lyra's scream.
And then — darkness.
"Where am I?" he muttered again, breath unsteady.
Every direction looked the same — blue, white, endless.
His heart thudded. His pulse was the only thing alive here.
Then, behind him, a light appeared — gentle at first, then pulsing brighter, like a heartbeat.
A deep blue flame hovered in the air, flickering softly.
Kaizen turned sharply, shielding his eyes. "Who's there!?"
No answer — just the light, breathing with a rhythm that almost felt alive.
He squinted, stepping closer.The light wasn't just glowing — it was watching him.
And in that instant, something inside his head broke open.
Thousands of flashes tore through his mind
Lyra's hand slipping away.
Manajit's lifeless eyes.
Blood spreading on wet asphalt.
The glint of a gun barrel.
A smile — cold, distorted — from a shadow in the rain.
Kaizen gasped and fell to his knees, clutching his head as his reflection warped beneath him.
Memories — or maybe visions — burned behind his eyelids like fire.
The water rippled violently, glowing brighter with every heartbeat.
Then silence again — heavy, thick, almost suffocating.
He looked up. The blue light floated closer, circling him slowly like it was studying him.
Kaizen whispered, "Are you… showing me this?"
Still no answer. But the light dimmed, then flared — as if responding.
He reached out, hesitating.
The air trembled.
The moment his fingertips brushed the light, everything shattered.
A wave of blue energy burst across the horizon — the entire sea rippled like glass breaking.
Kaizen's body was lifted, suspended midair, his eyes glowing red for a split second — like he'd seen something impossible.
Then — silence.
He collapsed onto the glowing water, unconscious.
The light — that strange, living flame — hovered above him
And then the world changed.
We saw through its eyes now — through the blue entity's perception.
Time flowed differently here — layered, fractured.
A thousand versions of reality flashed by:
Cities collapsing.
Worlds imploding.
People crying out into nothingness.
Across every timeline, one pattern repeated — chaos born from the same source.
The universes were bleeding into each other, their boundaries breaking.
And every time the entity tried to repair them, the cost was immense.
It had fought for centuries — patching timelines, sealing rifts — until even it began to fade.
And now, drifting between what was left, it found him — Kaizen.
Someone whose existence was tethered across more than one reality.
Someone who shouldn't have survived.
The light pulsed weakly. Its energy fading.
It didn't know if this human could endure what was coming.
But it had no choice.
Slowly, it descended — merging into Kaizen's body like a breath.
His skin glowed faintly, his heartbeat syncing with the blue pulse.
For a moment, the entire sea shimmered like a living mirror — reflecting infinite worlds at once.
Then stillness returned.
The scene shifted.
Silence turned to ash.
And we were somewhere else— a different universe, long destroyed.
A ruined city stretched across the horizon, buildings half-swallowed by sand and glass.
The sky was crimson — torn open by thin cracks of light that bled energy.
No voices. No movement.
Only dust, and whispers of what once was.
A broken sign lay buried halfway in the dirt — letters rusted beyond recognition.
And in the center of that silent wasteland, something stirred.
A single figure stood among the ruins — a human silhouette, staring at the cracked horizon.
We couldn't see his face, only his outline — long coat torn by wind that no longer blew.
He looked up, as if sensing something had changed.
Somewhere far beyond that broken sky, Kaizen had awakened.
And perhaps, for the first time, the balance of countless worlds had shifted.
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