It was cold, dark, and lonely.
There was no breeze to whisper to him, no voice to be heard at all. There was nothing to rely on, to recline on. There was no movent at all. And he was held down by an invisible force that seed so far away yet held him in place.
This was all that Zeras could feel, and he had been like this for how many years now? 10, or 20, perhaps 50? The sense of ti had long been robbed away from him.
But he was well aware of who he was, and that was the thing he clung to.
“I am Zeras. I am an idiot that gave away all my power, to know what it feels like to beco an embodint of all. My goal is to find my parents and seek for the answers of my origin. I was once a Chaos Devourer for the longest of ti. I am faking to the world that I am a Giaran. The last race I am is a beyonder. I used to be a human once too…”
How many tis have those words been repeated, he didn’t know.
His sense of ti has been robbed, so much he beca a broken cassette repeating the sa things over and over again. He had always thought he had no fears at all.
But now he was afraid. Afraid of forgetting who he was. The horror of waking up, weak, and with no mories of himself in a world such as Takamahgara where the strong are literally worshipped.
Death would be the most rciful of help to him.
And as ti went by, he forgot to keep reciting, and soon, Zeras had no thoughts anymore. He only knew a single thing, he was existing.
And soon ti passed really quickly by, and he didn’t really know how many years, but slowly those things ca.
He could feel the strange mass that suddenly hung around him, with strange dust clouds around them.
He watched them as they ford, and the dust clouds around them slowly got bigger and bigger. It beca the only source of entertainnt for him, to watch as these strange masses grew until they beca so big and spread as far as his eyes could see.
But soon, Zeras began noticing cracks on the mass’s surfaces, and soon…
KAAAABBBBOOOMM.
The most devastating explosion that he had ever heard rang out as the solid matters suddenly collapsed on themselves by a strange force that he couldn’t grasp. But just as he thought everything would be gone once more, he saw them all hanging around him, tiny contracting masses all over the darkness.
“They didn’t go. They are still here…” Their presence created so much joy for Zeras that he talked for an uncountable number of years.
And like a guardian, he watched as those tiny contracting masses all began spinning and spinning and spinning. Zeras noticed sothing worrying.
The more those contracting masses spun, the smaller they got. He was once again afraid that soon they will disperse into nothing but the empty void. And not only smaller, they also grew hotter and hotter, and hotter.
They grew very hot, but he knew not how hot they really grew. He had no mory of anything that he could quantify as being that hot. At least he knew what was hot and what was cold.
After countless years of continuous spinning, they turned very hot. He noticed sothing in them, in their very deep core. Sothing was ongoing at their core. There were incredibly small particles that he couldn’t see but feel, and he could feel them endlessly rging together.
Their rging caused light and energy to be emitted, but their rging was of no specific order. They were erratic and unstable. But after more years passed, they slowly beca more stable and when they reached full stability…
Scorching rays of light burst out of each of the masses of objects, sending their lights for thousands of miles, and illuminating the darkness that had clouded him for years.
And when he opened his eyes, he could finally see what those masses truly are…
“They are… They are stars!” Zeras declared to himself in shock as he turned to look at his own self, and saw that he was a feeble white-colored mass of gas.
“So this is what I am? A feeble mass of gas, and these tiny things that are originally stars…” Zeras thought to himself with a big smile. He had never been so proud of himself…
“I now know sothing…” Zeras said to himself with pride. “I now know how a star is ford!” He said to himself. And genuinely that was all he knew. He didn’t know who he was.
But it doesn’t really matter. He finally knew what those tiny companions of his were. And that made him more than happy, more than fulfilled.
He watched for years as they provided illumination endlessly, the fusion in them making them exude more energy and more energy. The stars exuded different colors, so were white, so blue, while so had orange and reddish hues.
But after countless years, he saw them grow bigger and bigger and bigger, until they beca so big and suddenly…
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
They exploded with so much powerful might, it was even much worse than what Zeras had forrly witnessed in the beginning.
And once more, everything was reduced to how it all was in the beginning. Now he was back in the sa phase of the pitch-black darkness.
But this ti, he knew sothing, and that was that he knew how a star is ford. He had lived the age of a star’s birth and destruction. He understood a little sothing about the Cosmos.
And after trillions and trillions of years, he had watched the process occur for more than a couple of tis already. Witnessed all of a star’s birth and death. Witnessed the strangest of anomalies amongst them.
And one fateful day after another collapse, Zeras found out he could look at his own body, even though there was no visible source of light, and when he turned to look at himself…
All he saw were small sprinkles of masses, all enveloped in strange dark clouds.
“This… this is the beginning stage of a star’s birth!”
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