Prologue
"I remember it."
"As if it were yesterday," the tired, emotionless man murmured, his voice trembling like an old echo.
"It was God I saw."
"The Book of Prophecy — I saw it… and I read it."
He paused, his eyes unfocused as though staring into a memory that refused to fade.
Then, a voice echoed from the heavens - deep, divine, and merciless.
"The cleansing of humanity shall begin."
"I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes," he whispered.
"At that time, I didn't truly believe it was God. That's what I told myself... but deep down, I knew."
The ground trembled.
Then they emerged - towering angelic statues rising from the earth, so tall they could be seen for miles.
They were eyeless, pure white, with pale, lifeless lips.
Some were blindfolded; others bore mocking smiles that twisted their hollow faces into cruel parodies of holiness.
They stood motionless, each clutching a different instrument.
And as the world began to crumble around them, they laughed - quietly at first, then louder and louder, until their laughter became a chorus of madness.
I tried to run.
But as I turned, they stared at me - though they had no eyes, I could feel their gaze pierce through every secret I carried.
They laughed again.
And again.
Then- everything vanished.
The laughter stopped.
The next thing I knew, I stood in an endless white void, stripped of sound, color, and life.
And as I gazed into the abyss… the abyss gazed back.
Then I saw it—a figure, human yet faceless, clothed in a flowing white robe.
"You did this," the faceless one said.
"But I haven't done anything!" the boy shouted, his voice echoing through the void.
"You will know the truth soon, my child," the faceless replied calmly.
"This is not the first time we have met. This is merely another path-one you once claimed you would choose."
"I don't understand!" the boy cried
.
"There lies a new path beyond the horizon,"
it said. "Take the one you have chosen. And remember what I told you long ago: If the world hates you, know that it hated me first."
Then, in a whisper almost gentle, the faceless being said, "Step into the unknown. There opens a world of endless possibilities."
Before the boy could respond, a cold hand pushed him-and he fell.
"Wait-!"
The boy's plea vanished as he plunged into the blinding white void.
Panting
I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding my chest. For a moment I thought and whispered to my self.
"What… what was that dream all about?"