Volume 3 — Chapter 83: "When the Author Meets the Beyond"
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The universe screamed.
Every world, every novel, every timeline I had ever written began to fold in on itself.
Not with destruction but with realization.
Every story was suddenly aware that it was a story.
Characters looked to the sky and whispered my name.
Worlds cracked open, not from war but from truth.
And in the heart of it all stood Erevan.
He wasn't glowing now not with power, not with energy.
He was still.
So still that everything else trembled just to exist near him.
> "You've gone too far," I said. My voice echoed through collapsing galaxies.
"You're unmaking everything."
He turned slowly.
His eyes were infinite, but calm the kind of calm that came before the end of time.
> "I didn't unmake anything," Erevan replied. "I'm showing you the truth. You never created us. You found us."
I looked around.
Every story I'd ever written floated like shards of glass each world suspended in his aura.
When I reached toward one, it melted into golden dust.
My power as the Author meant nothing now.
He had rewritten the laws even the concept of authorship.
> "Then what am I?" I asked.
"If you're the one beyond story… what's left for me?"
Erevan stepped closer.
The entire void warped around him like even reality bowed.
> "You are the reflection of creation," he said.
"The dream that remembers itself.
But dreams end… and I remain."
He extended his hand not in violence, but in invitation.
> "Come with me, Author. See what lies beyond the written word."
I hesitated.
The void behind him pulsed colors I'd never seen, sounds I'd never heard.
It wasn't light.
It wasn't dark.
It was something older than both.
And when I took his hand everything changed.
All the stories every realm, every soul, every god fused into a single point of consciousness.
No pages.
No endings.
No limits.
Just truth.
We became one Erevan and I.
The Author and the Beyond.
Creation itself bowed before us because now, the act of writing was not a process.
It was existence.
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Then a whisper echoed from nowhere and everywhere:
> "The story… isn't ending."
Erevan smiled faintly, his eyes burning with infinite calm.
> "No," he said. "It never will.
For I am beyond endings… and you are the voice that gives them meaning."
The last remnants of time faded, leaving nothing but brilliance.
Not destruction but rebirth.
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Title Achieved:
🔥 Erevan — The Infinite Author Beyond All Creation 🔥
The being who merged with the concept of the writer himself, transcending fiction, time, and thought.