The Awakening of Prometheus

The sky over Manhattan was an abyssal black, interwoven with strands of darkness that the city lights struggled to penetrate. The stars, usually obscured by the veil of pollution, seemed to be fading away. That night, a strange disturbance filled the atmosphere, like a foreboding omen of impending upheaval.

Maximus Fortis remained seated on the steps of the building where he had left behind a life of torment.

The thunderous roar of the storms grew increasingly intense, and an odd pressure weighed heavily on the air. Winds lashed out with unprecedented fury, sweeping through the streets and bending trees. Dark clouds gathered, twisting and warping like living creatures. Lightning cleaved the sky, illuminating fractured landscapes.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness of the night, a colossal shape began to materialize.

Shrouded in a violet light that offered an eerie sense of solace, it resembled a divine spear. Its arrival was heralded by a tremendous crack.

From space, one could observe golden chains seemingly binding the Earth. The advent of this radiant force caused slight fissures in these golden chains.

Back in Manhattan, the tower that pierced the sky, though imposing, did not breach the heavens. It remained elusive, floating out of sync with reality.

Tempests raged around the tower, generating vortexes of energy that made the ground tremble. Thunder and lightning reverberated like an apocalyptic symphony, while the wind howled with supernatural strength.

Maximus, witnessing this surreal spectacle, felt a growing sense of confusion and fascination. Ignoring his own injuries, he rose, struggling against the fierce winds, and approached the tower slowly, now less than 10 kilometers from the ground, driven by newfound determination.

The phenomenon seemed like a challenge from a force beyond human comprehension—a force both overwhelming and captivating.

Suddenly, the tower shimmered with violet light and conjured millions of flames of the same hue, each penetrating into the essence of the individuals.

Some were terrified, others suspicious, some curious, while others, like Maximus, resonated with the light, as though each had a unique compatibility. Courage was also a factor.

The flame merged with something deep within each person. Not in the physical body, nor in the soul, but in an ethereal space reflecting their most intrinsic identity.

In this space, which could be termed as the *space primus*, a dark and dormant sea unfolded, with specifics unique to each individual.

Some seas were larger, others denser, or different shades of darkness. The violet flame moved toward the center of this space.

Abruptly, it descended like the flame Prometheus had stolen from the gods to grant to humanity. It plunged into the sea and ignited, stirring the space as if to animate a new life.

Had anyone been able to observe the *space primus*, they would have seen this sea transform into a compact sphere that rose upward before exploding. It formed a dark sky where a violet flame hovered.

Each individual, within their mind, heard a voice that seemed to be the fusion of deep voices, an incarnation of the multiverse. The voice resonated with an authority that transcended time and space:

[Connecting to existential records...]

[Connection successful...]

[Connecting to fallen universe being]

[Restricted connection...]

The tower suddenly blazed with an imposing, tangible authority, as though defying the universal laws.

[Influence detected]

[Connection successful]

[Connecting to planet 96666]

[Connection forbidden... Forbidden destiny...]

[Influence detected]

[Connection successful]

The space seemed to twist as if influenced by an unknown conceptual energy. The Earth trembled and the sky was shaken, then cracked like glass.

An amorphous substance emerged and melded into the void before vanishing.

Pollution in the sky dissipated before the eyes; the stars grew brighter, though still dimmer than the towering light above. The Earth appeared purer and more vibrant.

[Awakening of planet 'Earth' initiated]

[Awakening process ongoing...]

An even more imposing voice than before declared, like a celestial decree:

[Your story becomes clearer.]

[You may access your fabula records.]

Before every being on the planet, a dark-colored window appeared. It looked bleak, as though it were a mere facade, a false display for those who had not yet begun their evolution.

Maximus, still bewildered, studied his own, which was notably empty, much like the records for the inhabitants of Earth.

[Fabula records]

[Name: Maximus Fortis]

[Affiliation: Fallen universe, Earth planet]

[Title: None]

[Legend: None]

[Myth: None]

[Rank: 0]

[State: Unawakened]

[Story: Cursed by 'Fate']

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