In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



5 weekly chapters, maybe 7


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Echoes of Hollow

When the first void appeared within the infinite book, spreading across its pages and surfaces like invisible flames, a light of incomprehensible magnitude manifested—brighter than any star within the crumbling creation. It illuminated the small planet that the Ancient One watched intently. 


Its tentacles could not touch that tiny, insignificant sphere, which was no longer a mere collection of dirt and soil. Perhaps it had been once, but not anymore, not in this age. 


Spinning amidst the vast expanse where countless worlds and realities danced without boundaries, they continued to converge within its core. Innumerable, coexisting in a space so limited, so small. To many, it was indestructible. Yet, to one awakening from an endless slumber, it was no more than a fragile sphere waiting to be erased. 


"At least it’s just the tentacles," echoed a voice from the light protecting the planet and its inhabitants. "This way, we can still keep it at bay... for now." 


The Awakening Part 2: Lucas