Another failure. Another void.
He stood on the edge of his school rooftop, uniform soaked, shoes slipping slightly on the wet concrete. Around him, the world kept spinning—cars passed, students laughed in classrooms below, and no one noticed the silver-haired boy above them, broken in silence.
A letter was clenched in his hand. His final words, crumpled and wet.
He thought of his parents—not the ones he lived with now, cold and distant, but the ones in fragments of dreams. A woman with glowing red hair. A man cloaked in light. He had long dismissed them as fantasies... but lately, they felt more real than anything else.
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A strange hum rose in the air, low and distant, like something awakening deep beneath the surface of reality.
Then, he stepped forward.
There was no fear. No scream.
Only the wind.
Only silence.
And then...
Light.
Blinding. Swallowing. Rewriting.
His body didn’t hit the ground. Instead, he fell through it. The world shattered like glass beneath him, fragments of memories and starlight swirling into an endless void.
He opened his eyes to a place where gravity no longer held meaning—floating islands, rivers of light, structures made of memory and essence. Voices echoed without mouths. Symbols pulsed in the air like living sigils.
And in front of him stood a figure—neither man nor woman, cloaked in cosmic threads.
“Welcome back, Alaric. You’ve crossed the Threshold. The Convergence begins.”
His heart thundered, not with fear... but with recognition.