DarkAngel_

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.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Echoes of Hollow

"Help..." Hye turned the page of the book in front of him. "So that’s what you meant?" 


"Yes!" Lior and Teodoro exclaimed. Their eyes shone with hope. "Can you do it?!" 


"Yes, but what’s the point of translating these words? For the most part, they're the same as what I already said before—don't you remember?" 


"A language that doesn't exist is a bit more complicated than that," said Lior with a sigh. "I was only able to write everything in this notebook because I constantly thought of all these things as mere figures while I wrote—not as words. I had to believe in that. If I had done otherwise, I believe that not even the notebook would exist, nor would my memories of it." 


"A language that needs permission to be understood and used—that's what you said before, right?" 


"But I don't remember anything like that happening... If it's that special, I don't think I would forget something like that." 


Chapter 111