The void shifted.
Among the four timelines suspended across the fabric of existence, the brown timeline pulsed differently. It was neither calm like ChronoVeritas nor stable like ChronoVirtus. Its Supereon flow twisted inward and outward at the same time, forming contradictions that resisted direct interpretation.
Saturn's presence sharpened.
Saturn:
"Aeon, now move on to the brown timeline before you."
Aeon followed Saturn's gaze. The timeline radiated density—compressed time layered upon itself, as though the past and future were constantly negotiating dominance.
Saturn:
"This is Tritinox."
Aeon felt immediate resistance, even before attempting synchronization.
Saturn:
"Proceed as you did with the previous two timelines. Attempt synchronization by aligning your Supereon flow with the Supereon structure of Tritinox."
Saturn paused. This time, the pause carried warning.
Saturn:
"But be extremely careful. Approach it gently. Even some tenth-dimensional entities fail to synchronize with Tritinox. The timeline itself rejects them."
Aeon nodded slowly.
Aeon:
"I understand, my lord."
Saturn:
"Proceed."
Aeon turned inward and began the familiar process—adjusting his Supereons, refining their rhythm, attempting resonance.
The moment his Supereons touched Tritinox
They were expelled.
Aeon's consciousness snapped back violently, his Supereons destabilizing for an instant before regaining control.
Saturn remained silent.
Aeon attempted again.
Rejection.
A third attempt—more cautious, slower, softer.
Rejection again.
Aeon persisted.
Attempt after attempt failed, each rejection sharper than the last. Tritinox did not push him away with force—it denied him with precision, as if judging him insufficient.
As Aeon steadied himself, something caught his attention.
Within the failures, within the rejection itself, the Supereon flow felt… wrong.
Not chaotic.
Unusual.
Aeon focused deeper.
He noticed that the infinite Supereon source sustaining Tritinox behaved abnormally at a specific point—precisely where he had made a cut in the time fabric to observe the timeline.
The flow did not move smoothly there.
It bent.
Looped.
Folded inward upon itself.
Aeon hesitated, then spoke.
Aeon:
"My lord… should I seal the cut and create another entry point, if you permit?"
Saturn exhaled—slow, patient, heavy with experience.
Saturn:
"Kid… you still do not understand."
Aeon listened carefully.
Saturn:
"The cut is not the problem. Even if you seal this one and open another, the segment visible to lower-level beings like you will remain the same."
Aeon frowned slightly.
Saturn:
"The void you perceive—the space where the four timelines are visible—exists identically at every cut-point. Changing location will not change perspective."
Aeon absorbed the explanation.
Aeon:
"Then my idea was a waste of time."
Saturn's tone softened, but his authority remained absolute.
Saturn:
"Do not underestimate failed reasoning. Find another way. I will explain everything once you complete Tritinox's introduction."
Aeon:
"As you say, sir."
Saturn:
"Proceed."
Aeon closed his eyes.
This time, he attempted something different.
He tried to reverse the flow of Supereons within his physical body.
The result was immediate strain.
His eighth-dimensional physical form resisted the inversion. Supereons were not meant to reverse while bound to physical dimensional structure.
Aeon grimaced.
Understanding dawned.
Aeon expelled his consciousness outward, detaching it from his physical form.
Freed from bodily constraints, reversing the Supereon flow became easier.
Aeon inverted his Supereons and attempted synchronization again.
Rejection.
But this time—
Aeon felt something missing, not wrong.
He adjusted again.
This time, he reversed half of his Supereon flow while maintaining the other half in its natural direction.
Synchronization attempt.
Failure again—but closer.
Aeon's Supereons vibrated intensely.
He realized he was approaching the threshold.
Finally, Aeon reversed only one-fourth of his Supereon flow.
The moment he attempted synchronization—
Resonance.
Aeon's consciousness locked in.
Aeon:
"Aah—! That's it… I got it!"
(Elsewhere — In an Unknown Realm)
Saturn stood beside another presence.
Eenos.
The realm they occupied did not obey dimensional laws. It was a place of observers, not participants.
Saturn:
"Did I not tell you? He is unique—unnatural in his own way."
Eenos:
"I admit… you were right."
Saturn watched the unfolding synchronization carefully.
Saturn:
"This time, my plan may succeed."
Eenos:
"I wish you the best, Saturn. Still… I cannot silence my doubts about him."
Saturn allowed himself the faintest trace of confidence.
Saturn:
"Doubt all you want. Just watch me win the fiftieth univer—"
Aeon's voice suddenly echoed inside Saturn's consciousness.
Aeon:
"What? I'm already out? I wanted to stay longer."
Saturn stiffened.
Saturn:
"What did you witness that made you wish to remain? Speak clearly."
Aeon: I am clear as you wish you can see into my consciousness my lord!!
Aeon:
"I cannot explain it in words, my lord. You can see my memories. Why not investigate them yourself?"
Saturn's tone sharpened.
Saturn:
"Do not presume to instruct me, child."
Saturn reached into Aeon's consciousness—examining memories, Supereon imprints, temporal residues.
Everything was clear.
Stable.
Untouched.
Until—
One being appeared.
Krishnan.
The moment Saturn perceived him, the Supereon flow twisted violently.
Saturn:
"Aeon… your memories are clear. But after some point they aren't clear.
Are you hiding something?"
Aeon dropped instantly to submission.
Aeon:
"My lord, I swear upon my existence—I am not hiding anything. This life belongs to you. You may punish me, erase me, command me as you wish. I am truly sorry."
Silence followed.
Then—
Saturn:
"This matter goes beyond fault."
He withdrew.
Saturn:
"You are free. No forgiveness is required. You have committed no error."
Aeon exhaled, shaken.
Aeon:
"I am grateful beyond words, my lord. May I take my leave?"
Saturn did not answer immediately.
Aeon's Consciousness — In Tritinox (age of total balance good and bad)
Here, Dharma stood on two legs.
Righteousness remained—but weakened.
Truth existed, yet it was debated, manipulated, and reshaped to serve intent.
Society grew complex. Morality fractured.
Human lifespan declined further compared to ChronoVirtus. Emotional impulses dominated—ambition, jealousy, pride, loyalty.
Raw virtue faded.
Intelligence and strategy rose.
Spiritual knowledge fragmented.
Great sacrificial rituals vanished. Temple worship and personal devotion took their place.
Faith survived—but it was no longer pure.
The connection between humans and higher beings became indirect. Gods no longer walked openly. They guided subtly—through wisdom, influence, and consequence.
Then came the Mahābhārata war.
A conflict not of monsters—but of ideals.
And Krishnan appeared.
Not as a ruler.
Not as a conqueror.
But as wisdom itself—strategy, diplomacy, calculated action.
The 3D beings believed without doubt that Krishnan was the eighth avatar of Vishnuvardhan.
And Krishnan was tied to the unnatural Supereon flow of Tritinox.
Aeon understood now.
Krishnan was not merely divine.
He was dimensionally aligned to a specific moment in time.
That alignment made him special.
Dangerously special.
Some humans called their devotion Bhakti.
Aeon realized—
Blind faith could bend timelines.
Aeon opened his eyes.
Aeon:
"Sir… should I move on to the next?"
Saturn:
"There is no need."
Aeon blinked.
Aeon:
"What happened, my lord?"
Saturn:
"Can you not tell? You already exist within the current timeline."
Aeon froze.
Saturn:
"Vernox."
Aeon lowered his head instantly.
Aeon:
"Of course… forgive me, my lord."
Saturn watched him carefully.
Sometimes, Saturn thought, I doubt myself when it comes to Aeon. Words confuse him. Not intention. I trust him.
The void stabilized.
To be continued…