"READY."
A voice echoed through the void, filled with joy and pride.In the midst of absolute nothingness, a massive cocoon floated — woven from a fabric as white as pure light itself. Dozens of "threads" held the cocoon suspended in the endless emptiness, stretching outward into what seemed like infinity.
"My most beautiful child."
Beside the cocoon, within the void, a being of indescribable and inconceivable form admired it as one would a newborn.Though its shape could not be clearly seen, its happiness was unmistakable as it gazed upon the immaculate cocoon resting in the middle of nothing.
Then, without warning, one of the ten threads snapped.For a moment, the entire void trembled, as if the very concept of reality had been shaken — but it lasted less than a second before everything returned to stillness.
The being let out a soft laugh and looked back at the cocoon.
"So small, so fragile… and yet it makes such a noise when it's about to be born."
As its words faded, a crack tore open through the empty expanse, and from it emerged three flickering lights — each glowing in distinct, yet indescribable, colors that no eyes could truly define.
One of the lights, speaking with the voice of an elderly woman, cried out:
"My lord! Something terrible — something horrible has just—"
Before she could finish, another thread snapped.The void shook even more violently than before, only to fall silent once again.The three lights turned toward the cocoon, horrified by what they saw.
One of them, with the voice of a child, whispered:
"My lord… please don't tell me you've created another being."
At those words, the other two lights trembled, terrified of what the being might answer.
"Well… technically, I didn't create anything new. I just made it earlier."
As soon as those words were spoken, the three lights flared brightly, then dimmed again.A deep, masculine voice shouted:
"My lord! You know what happens when you create something!"
Unbothered, the being conjured a sphere of impossibly black light, enveloping the cocoon and forcing it to shrink.As it did, the being said calmly:
"Oh, stop exaggerating. My children aren't that problematic."
The three lights dimmed further, seemingly deflated by his words. Then the elder spoke again, her tone weary.
"My lord, one of your 'children' nearly destroyed the balance of the world! Do you have any idea how hard it was to create dragons and demon lords just to keep that one from collapsing everything?"
The others nodded in complete agreement.
"Fine, fine," the being said. "Then I won't put this child in the same world as the others — not even close. Is that better?"
The lights brightened with relief — only for the youngest to speak again.
"Wait… what do you mean not even close?"
As soon as she asked, a portal appeared in the void.Nothing could be seen through it, but the lights instantly understood what he was planning.
"My lord, wait! You're not actually thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
The being looked at them with a mischievous grin — playful to him, yet utterly demonic to them.
And in the next instant, he hurled the cocoon — still wrapped in the black sphere — through the portal.The three lights cried out in despair, trying desperately to stop him, but it was already too late.
"MY LORD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
The being quickly closed the portal and turned toward the light that had spoken, replying calmly:
"Of course I know what I've done. I sent that child into the dimensional divide."
The three lights flickered weakly, losing their glow for a moment before recovering it.
"My lord, we know you did that. The problem is why!"
"My lord, what if it ends up in another universe and destroys it? The blame will fall on us!"
Annoyed by their constant complaints, the being sighed lazily.
"You were the ones complaining about not wanting to deal with this child's problems, weren't you? Well, now someone else will. Isn't that wonderful?"
Hearing that, the elder spoke again in a defeated tone.
"Very well, my lord. You're right. We won't argue anymore."
Satisfied, the being seemed ready to leave, but before he could, the youngest voice called out again.
"My lord, I have one more question."
"Go on."
"What did you create this time? Last time, it was a being with the power to alter reality itself. What about this child? And whose soul did you use?"
At that question, the being froze for a few seconds, then turned to face the lights, visibly uneasy.
"W-well… I don't quite remember what I gave that child, but I do recall it was… something rather concerning."
The lights stiffened in fear — terrified by the idea of a being capable of erasing timelines wandering freely.Yet a faint hope returned when they realized he hadn't mentioned whose soul was used.
"I didn't put a soul in it."
All the lights froze in disbelief before shouting together:
"YOU WHAT?!"
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Dark…
So dark.
WHY THE HELL IS IT SO DARK?!
Ah.
Of course it's dark — I'm wrapped up in something.
I try to force my way out of whatever's holding me, but no matter how much I push or twist, I can't break free.
Then suddenly, a crushing force begins to squeeze me — and it hurts like hell.I even tried to scream, but it didn't work.
But then, the pain fades away, replaced by a warm, pleasant feeling.It feels like being gently hugged — almost comforting.Makes me sleepy, even.
It's as if I'm being carefully carried and laid down on a soft, comfortable bed.
Before I realize it, I've fallen asleep without meaning to.
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that I'm still wrapped in… fabric?
Now that I think about it, yeah, it is fabric — so why the hell is it so hard to—
As I push against it to escape my prison of cloth, it tears easily enough… but I fall face-first onto the ground, since for some reason my "prison" was suspended in midair.
With the strength I used to break free, I thought it would be harder to— wait, is that… a cocoon?
Looking back at where I was trapped, I see a completely white cocoon, like the kind spiders make for their prey — except much more beautiful.The material is so white I can barely comprehend it. It looks almost divine.
But then reality hits me.
If I was inside a spider's cocoon, then…
Holy shit, I'm gonna get eaten by a giant spider!
Panic kicks in immediately. I try to stand up and run from the spider's nest.
But as soon as I try, I trip and fall flat on my face again.
Weird… why is it so hard to walk?
I look down at my legs — they look normal. So why—
?
Wait. When exactly did I learn how to walk?
No, better question — where the hell am I?
Who the hell am I?
The more I think, the more my head throbs. I'm sure I am someone, but… who?
I look around and notice there's no spider, no web — just my cocoon.
How did I even get here? Actually, a better question would be: where the hell is "here"?
The more I look around, the stranger it gets. I'm sure it's pitch black — darker than night — yet I can still see everything perfectly.
There isn't even a trace of light anywhere, but somehow I know I'm inside a cave.
A cave…
Wait. When did I even learn what a cave is?
UGH!
My head starts pounding again, harder this time — like it's about to split open.
"DAMN IT, THAT HURTS!"
After a while, the pain starts to fade. Still hurts like hell, but at least it's bearable now.
With some effort, I try walking again — stumbling over and over — but eventually, I manage to get the hang of it.
Even so, I still need to use the walls for support.Luckily, the exit doesn't seem too far away.
After a short walk, I finally find it — and I'm met with a breathtaking sight: a lush, green forest bathed in daylight.
The sunlight is so bright I have to close my eyes for a moment just to take it in.
It's like seeing a completely new wor—
New?
I… I've seen this before, haven't I?
The answer is simple, even if it feels complicated: No.
My headache suddenly explodes, and before I can take another step, the pain overwhelms me.
I black out.
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Hey everyone, I'm Lord off Ad!Honestly, I have no idea where that name even came from, but oh well.Anyway, I really enjoy writing — even if I'm not that great at it yet.If you have any ideas, suggestions, or constructive criticism, I'd truly appreciate it.
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