Revelation (1)

"In a realm where the boundaries of existence blur, threads of consciousness weave through the very fabric of spacetime, connecting every living being to the cosmos.

These ethereal strands, invisible yet palpable, reflect the essence of our souls, flowing in intricate patterns that defy the ordinary."

Zazm's words lingered through the empty house, as he and Jahanox sat cross-legged on the floor of Zazm's dimly lit room, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the scattered books and papers that littered the space.

Jahanox slightly leaned back a grin appearing on his face, "I thought you were researching threads... But here are we listening to your literature."

Zazm simply smiled and took a sip out of his cup, it was filled with a light colored tea. The air was thick with the scent of tea that Zazm had just brewed.

A silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the soft ticking of a clock on the wall, each tick echoing the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold.

Zazm broke the silence, his voice low and contemplative. "Threads…" He paused, searching for the right words. "You know what they are, right?"

Jahanox nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "Yes, you told me that they flow out of every living being and that if you look closely into them, you'll be able to find something."

Zazm pointed toward the lamp on the side of his bed, its light flickering gently.

"You see that lamp? It emits light. If you open it up, eventually you'll reach the source of it, from where that light comes out. By changing the stuff inside, you can also change the type of light that'll follow out."

Jahanox looked at Zazm, confusion etched on his face. "Where are we going with this?"

Zazm paid him no mind, his thoughts racing ahead. "Same goes for us human beings. The same way these threads flow out of us. At first, I thought these threads simply showed how one felt, but as I continued my search for answers, I discovered many things."

Jahanox leaned forward, his interest piqued. "What did you find?" his eyes gleaned with intrigue.

"I found out that these threads are not just representations of emotions," Zazm explained, his voice growing more animated.

"They are connected to our very souls, reflecting who we are at our core. Imagine them as extensions of our essence, flowing outward like the roots of a tree, intertwining with the world around us."

Jahanox nodded slowly, trying to grasp the concept. "So, they're like a manifestation of our identity?"

"Exactly!" Zazm exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "But it goes deeper than that. These threads flow on the fabric of spacetime itself."

Jahanox slammed his hands down in surprise, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Wait… what?"

Zazm gestured for him to calm down, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery. "Think about it. The fabric of spacetime exists everywhere, and everything exists on it, right?"

Jahanox nodded slowly, still processing the information. "Yeah, I'm aware of that."

Zazm continued, "Throughout history, scientists have discovered that massive celestial bodies--like stars and planets--cause this fabric to bend.

The greater the mass of the body, the more significant the curvature they create. But we, as human beings, are different." Zazm paused and glanced towards the cup in his head before he looked back at Jahanox.

"We may not have the mass to bend spacetime, but that doesn't mean we do nothing to it. We create these threads that flow upon it."

Jahanox's brow furrowed in confusion. "But how do you know they flow on spacetime? That seems like a big leap."

Zazm leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Yes, I agree"

He put his hand on his chin, "I observed them for a long time. I noticed that countless threads flow out from a single living being, yet they never collide or become entangled.

They always continue on their own distinct paths. It was clear to me that, even if they seem to float in our world, they are actually flowing on something far more.....vast"

Jahanox tilted his head in confusion, "What exactly does it have to do with spacetime fabric?"

"Where else would they flow? It's not like there is anything that exits except the spacetime fabric. But that's not the entire reason."

Jahanox's eyes widened as he began to grasp the enormity of Zazm's revelation. "So, you're saying that these threads are like rivers flowing on an ocean of spacetime?"

"Precisely!" Zazm replied, his excitement palpable. "But I needed more than just observation to confirm my hypothesis. I had to test it. So, I forcefully collided one of my threads with a random one."

Jahanox's skepticism began to fade as he listened intently. "And what happened?"

Zazm's expression turned serious. "When two massive bodies collide in space, they send ripples through the fabric of spacetime. I expected something similar to happen with my threads.

And it did! When I forced my thread to collide, it didn't create ripples, but it did cause the surrounding threads to shift and move, indicating that there was a reaction--a force at play."

Jahanox leaned back, his mind racing. "So, you're saying that these threads can interact with each other in a way that affects their paths?"

"Exactly!" Zazm continued, his voice growing more animated. "I repeated this experiment several times to confirm my suspicions. Each time, the results were consistent.

The threads would shift, almost as if they were responding to an unseen force. It was as if they were aware of each other, even though they were never meant to collide."

Jahanox's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "But how did you manage to control the threads? That seems like a monumental task."

Zazm paused, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "Ah, that's the crux of it. I can do it, that's all I can say for now."

Jahanox raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping back into his expression. "You can control them? Just like that? How?"

Zazm leaned back, crossing his arms, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "It's not something I can easily explain. It's more of a feeling, a connection I've developed with them.

When I focus, I can sense their flow, their rhythm. It's like learning to dance with the universe itself."

"So it's like a kid learning to walk... they eventually learns to walk simply guided by their instincts. Doesn't matter whether that kid belongs to human or animals."

Zazm put up both his hands pointing at Jahanox, "Bingo!"

Jahanox shook his head, half-amused and half-frustrated. "Well....You're being cryptic, Zazm. I need more than that. How do you even know you're controlling them and not just imagining it?"

Zazm chuckled softly, appreciating his friend's skepticism. "Fair point. Let me illustrate it for you. Imagine a river flowing through a landscape.

You can't change the course of the river itself, but you can influence the water's flow by creating eddies or whirlpools. In a similar way, I've learned to create disturbances in the flow of these threads, guiding them without forcing them."

Jahanox nodded slowly, beginning to understand. "So, you're not controlling them outright; you're merely influencing their paths?"

"Exactly!" Zazm replied, his enthusiasm infectious.

"And this influence is what allows me to create effects that seem like control. It's a delicate balance, much like a conductor leading an orchestra. Each thread has its own melody, and I'm merely guiding them to harmonize." Zazm rolled his eyes sideways before he continued, "But I'm only guiding them for now."

Jahanox leaned forward, captivated. "That's fascinating! But what about the implications? If you can influence these threads, what does that mean for us?"

Zazm's expression turned serious. "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? The threads reflect our essence, our choices, and our experiences.

By influencing them, we might be able to alter our paths, but it's not as simple as it sounds. The threads are interconnected, and changing one can have unforeseen consequences on others."

Jahanox's brow furrowed. "So, it's like a web? If you pull one thread, it affects the entire structure?"

"Precisely!" Zazm exclaimed. "And that's why I've been cautious. I've conducted my experiments in small increments, ensuring that I don't disrupt the balance too much. It's a dance of sorts, a careful navigation through the complexities of existence."

Jahanox paused before his thoughts drifted back to his friends words, giving Zazm a serious look he asked, "And what do you mean by 'for now'?"

Zazm's smile widened as he heard this, "I'm glad you asked... It simply means I can only influence them for now but soon enough..." He paused before holding his hand up is air and making a fist, "soon enough, I'll be able to control them."

Jahanox sat back, absorbing the weight of Zazm's words. "But what about the mystery of why these threads exist in the first place? You mentioned that you still don't have an answer for that."

Zazm sighed, his excitement tempered by the gravity of the question. "Yes, that remains a mystery. Why do we create these threads?

Why do they flow on the fabric of spacetime? I've pondered these questions endlessly. Some theories suggest that they are a byproduct of consciousness itself, a way for our souls to interact with the universe.

Others propose that they serve a purpose beyond our understanding, perhaps as a means of communication between beings."

Jahanox leaned forward, intrigued. "So, you're saying that these threads could be a form of universal language? A way for us to connect with each other and the cosmos?"

"Exactly!" Zazm replied, his eyes shining with excitement. "Imagine if we could learn to read these threads, to understand the stories they tell. We could unlock the secrets of existence, connect with others on a deeper level, and perhaps even glimpse the future."

Jahanox's mind raced with possibilities. "That sounds incredible! But it also sounds dangerous. What if someone misuses this knowledge?"

Zazm nodded solemnly. "That's a valid concern. Knowledge is a double-edged sword. While it can lead to enlightenment, it can also lead to chaos if wielded irresponsibly. That's why I've kept my findings and you have to do the same."

Zazm expression suddenly turned dark, excitement disappearing from his, "It's stays between us."

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. If I do that you'll be in a white room surrounded by many figures in white.... And don't look at me like that." Jahanox replied nervously.

Zazm's smile returned, "I'm so glad you understand."

Jahanox leaned back, contemplating the implications. "So, what's next for you? What do you plan to do?"

"I think you are forgetting the most important part... The reason I called you here for." Zazm said with an intuiged look.

Jahanox shot back straight up, "Wait our marks.... So you found something about them didn't you?"

Zazm nodded and he continued. The sun had already gone down, moonlit fell down from the corner of a curtain and the two friends continued on with their own worlds.

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