Metanoia

n the universe’s dramatic birth, the explosive Big Bang that flung stars and planets like radiant marbles into the eternal black sea of the universe.

atures roamed the land while civilizations of an unimaginable scale rose and fell. Crystal palaces, ethereal and resplendent, p

anet, waned into a barely audible whisper. The harsh mechanical grinding of gears and the drone of never-ending industry drowned out the soothing hum of the Creator’s tune. Where ethereal crystal pala

ed unpredictable and wild. Once a tender caress, the sun’s gentle g

the days of unity, for the resonance of the Creator’s song to once again pulse in its core. But with the specter of the final act drawing ever closer, the world teeters

glow over a lone figure bent over an ancient, weathered tome. This was

erald eyes, filled with vibrant intensity, reflected an unwavering determination that r

te the desolation. This vivid relic of a bygone era

d trinkets of forgotten lore. An old radio hummed and crackled in a corner,

ached for a container beside him, the contents of which were both humble and

familiar one, a touch bitter, but he had learned to appreciate it. After all, this modest

t home to the vast, ink-black canvas of the night sky. A falling star traced a path of

g an array of dazzling colors that Elijah had never witnessed before. With

suming echoed through the silence, making Elijah clutch his head

apes around him twisted into surreal, unrecognizable forms. He could only watch in terror as his quaint,

chaos. His world-shattering, resonating, ear-split

rlpool, an unseen force binding him to the spot. The light from the once-falling star grew brighter, bathin

being warped into an entirely different dimension. A single thought ec

low filled his senses. Suddenly, a new sound seared through the chaos—chilling laughter. I

e sinister laughter echoed in his ears, Elijah felt a final, insistent pull. His reality completely collapsed, and th