Activation of Mechanism: Containment compartment release. An organic being approaches. Cautious movement, slow approach pattern.

“You’re a fool! They destroy planets and consider themselves gods! Everyone here knows that. Get out of there before he kills you!” The intensity of the male voice rises. Vocal patterns indicate panic and emotional instability.

“This creature came from a dimension beyond comprehension, completely different from anything we’ve encountered. It can open a Σ singularity and expose us to the Eternal Void. Are you willing to hide this from the Republic and the Custody?” New tension spikes detected. The male’s vocal frequency remains elevated, indicating extreme alertness.

“Little one… do you… understand these… words?” The female’s voice shows signs of distortion. Analysis: extreme fear, affecting articulation.

“Yes, I understand. This language is encoded in my processes. What is the purpose of this? Explain.” Automatic response emitted. Immediate situation analysis.

“We call this language Cosmogenesí, the language of your kind and the universe. It’s inherent to you, a perfect mathematics that describes the laws of reality. We, the organics, don’t fully understand it. We need machines to attempt translating it.” The female voice tries to maintain an explanatory tone, but it falters.

“Why didn’t you attack me?” she asks, failing to conceal her fear.

“There is no need. Destructive actions would not bring any advantage. If I devour you, I will be destroyed by the other organics. They are already showing signs of aversion and hostility.” A logical and precise response.

“But you could. Satisfy your hunger with my Primordial Energy,” she insists, trying to understand the behavior.

“I see no benefit in such an action. I am in a vulnerable state. Devouring you would not result in a positive outcome. I am already aware of the animosity around me. Why so much hatred directed at me?” I feel compelled to ask, analyzing the emotional stimuli of the other organics.

“They’re fools, little one. Don’t let it affect you.” She tries to calm the situation, with minimal results.

“You saw! He didn’t attack me! There’s nothing to fear!” the female shouts, attempting to reaffirm her control over the situation.

Mechanical movement: Door opening detected. Accelerated organic movement.

“I won’t allow this! I will expose this deception to the entire galaxy. You’re committing crimes on a galactic level!” The male’s vocal pattern reaches new intensity peaks. Imminent danger detected.

Hostile organic movement. Threat identified.

“Stop him.” A direct order issued by the leading female, projectile-firing items raised in my direction and among organics.

“I don’t agree with this either,” a sharp male voice interjects into the interaction.

“Arrest her!” New order. Escalation of tension between the organics.

One organic tries to flee the room, unable to be targeted. Taking initiative; Eliminating the threat.

Downward force applied to the hostile organic in motion.

“ORGANIC WILL BE ELIMINATED,” noise in Cosmogenesí emitted, announcing my intentions.

The downward force manifested instantly, like an inescapable crushing pressure, concentrating all its intensity on the organic’s body. The air around vibrated briefly, creating an almost imperceptible distortion, as if vectors were being bent around the victim. The skin and muscles gave way first, grotesquely compressed against the metallic floor. Bones snapped and broke in sequence, emitting a muffled yet sharp sound, while the flesh was forced downward, crushed under unsustainable pressure.

The chest was the first to collapse, compressed until the lungs internally exploded. Blood and body fluid escaped between the organic’s clenched teeth, spreading in a splatter pattern across the floor. The skull structure collapsed next, sinking under the extreme pressure, resulting in a grotesque mixture of bone fragments and brain tissue that spread around the impact site.

Organic body eliminated.

“You saw it! He killed him! He’s dangerous!” Another male voice of panic.

Everyone feels revulsion at the crushed body. Many organics fear my use of force.

Chiul, chiul – high-speed kinetic projectiles collide with my containment barrier from the emitter. Containment material fails. Barrier breached. Partial structural collapse. I am free from containment.

The environment destabilizes. Organic conflict begins. Kinetic discharges eliminate life signals. Death and armed confrontations ensue in the room.

Bodies fall.

“Eliminate the dissidents in the station. From now on, either they accept the Leviathan of the Eternal Void, or they will be cataloged as ‘research losses.’” The leading female issues the order with coldness. Sentient patterns observed and cataloged: sacrificing some to preserve the objective is the coordinator’s intention. Victory for the protector’s side.

“Collect the bodies and offer them to the Leviathan,” the medium-pitched male voice instructs, without hesitation.

The female approaches the crushed body with tears.

“I really tried to convince you, my old friend. But you opposed… This creature must live. Why? Because you opposed it!” The female’s tone carries sadness. Emotional analysis: remorse.

Moisture detected in the female’s ocular prism. Emotional behavior: mental breakdown confirmed.

"Mother… mother, don’t leave me. I still remember you. I will always remember, even when the stars fade… stay with me, please."

Nausea and incomprehensible murmurs dragged me out of a distant dream, a blurred memory that triggered chaos in my mind. Chaotic thoughts danced on the edge of my consciousness, briefly challenging my sanity as I gradually disconnected from that vision.

“Kiel, why are you crying? Did I leave you?” My ‘mother’s’ voice reached me as I emerged from the trance. She was beside me in bed, holding that black object resembling a book.

I looked again at the book and realized something had changed after the memory lapse. I knew… I recognized that writing; it was Cosmogenesí… I understand it. It’s a wave pattern with meaning.

It means ‘Euler’ in Cosmogenesí. How do I know this? It’s as if the knowledge was suddenly embedded in me, a code written into my mind? My soul?

“Nothing, mother,” I replied, maintaining appearances.

The truth is, I feel no empathy for others, and I only see her as a protector during the early stages of life; after all, I’m only three years old. It’s not as if there is a physical or mental bond between us, but could the opposite be true, perhaps?

“Son, I… brought you here instead of going to dinner because I wanted to tell you a story,” she said, disappointing me. I had hoped to learn the language of this world or something useful instead of a sermon.

“Pay close attention to understand why it’s so important to follow my advice: be good, be a hero, and always respect others,” she said, with a serious but gentle look.

My mother was silent for a few moments, her fingers sliding gently over the cover of the black book. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and something deeper, as if she were about to unearth distant memories.

She opened the item, revealing a sort of holographic image of everything she intended to recount.

“A long time ago, in one of the worlds of the False Paradise,” she began, her calm voice filling the space around us, “there lived a boy amidst the beauty and harmony of his isolated home. He had a family, friends, and knew peace. But, as everyone in this world knows, life is an eternal oscillation between pain and joy. So darkness fell upon him, destroying everything that was good, ruining his home, taking everything the boy loved.”

The pause that followed was loaded with something I couldn’t fully identify. Her expression was lifeless and joyless.

“Without family, without a home, the boy fell into a distant world, found by simple people from a distant village, on the brink of death. Those people believed in an ancient prophecy, and to them, that boy was The Chosen One, the one who would bring back the light that had been devoured by the darkness of Acropolis, from where all the shadows came.”

She continued, the story flowing at a smooth but solemn pace. I watched her intently. It all sounded so distant, yet at the same time, something about the story struck me.

“The world he fell into was covered in shadows,” she said, lowering her voice slightly as if to share something like a detail. “It was a dark place, lifeless, a place where there was no day, only night. He was afraid, you know? Afraid of everything. And, mostly, he missed the family he had lost. But he had, even though he was so young, a mission.”

“He decided that, somehow, he would bring the light back to that place. Even with fear always present, he rose, and began his journey. He found good people along the way, allies who helped him. But he also made enemies. Enemies who wanted to keep him in the dark, who wanted him to fail. Even so young, he took on this responsibility. On his journey, he found a friend who accompanied him in all the battles and challenges. Together, they faced the corruption that had transformed that world, overcoming monsters and unimaginable dangers. It wasn’t easy, even fearing what lay ahead, he never gave up on his goal.”

“Together, they defeated great enemies and reached lands that were once legends. But as they advanced, the darkness they had fought also found its way. The heart of his friend had long been consumed without him even realizing it.”

My mother paused, letting the weight of the story settle. “Still, they continued their journey. Until the final moment, when they were close to clearing the skies of Acropolis’ miasma, the boy discovered that the greatest enemy wasn’t the one they were fighting, even after defeating the creature that protected the shadows. But the corruption within his own friend.”

She sighed, and I continued to listen attentively.

“The betrayal was painful, but the boy, now a man, knew that his duty was above all. The true enemy was corruption. Even with the pain in his heart, he wielded his sword, Dawn, a blade of pure light. He fought bravely, to the brink of death, all to not disappoint those who had placed their trust in him. Thus, he defeated his final betrayer and enemy.”

My mother leaned in a bit closer, her gaze deep. “With one last act of courage, upon his blood, he plunged his sword into the black heart of corruption, and Dawn shone like never before. The light absorbed all the darkness, transforming into Eclipse. The shadows disappeared, and the world, along with all the corrupted creatures, was healed. Life returned to the lands that had been submerged in darkness, and the cycle of night finally came to an end.”

“When it was all over, he forgave the traitor friend, understanding that the shadows in his heart had disappeared, and returned to the village that had once welcomed him. The darkness had been purged, and he was hailed as a hero. But more than that, not even the greatest black towers had stopped him. The shadow creatures now made of light showed their gratitude… but many worlds were still corrupted… and our hero, tired and sleepy… rested. Time to sleep, Kiel.”

My mother watched me for a moment, her gaze now serene. “Kiel, you must love others, not hate them… I had to tell you a story.” She closed the Cosmogenesí inscribed item.

“Mother, what are the black towers? Are they related to this story?” I asked, trying to quench the curiosity that consumed me daily. I pointed toward them with the index finger of my left hand. Huge and magnificent, they loomed in the distance, hiding part of the celestial mist, filled with overlapping layers of green and blue clouds in dense layers of various shades.

“Oh, you want to know about what you’ve been watching all day,” she replied. Feeling relieved, she let out a small laugh. “They’re very old constructions. No one knows exactly who built them; they’re quite enigmatic. We call the builders of these structures the Precursors. It’s not just the towers; there are tunnels and other underground structures around the world. There are also ruins in the sky, which we can’t see from here, but from other points in Aurea it’s possible. They seem like broken segments of a ring.”

She finished: “And that’s what your father and I used to do during the day, we explored the structures,” she said, sliding her hand over the surface of Euler. Lying completely on the soft sheets, she patted the mattress gently beside her, inviting me to come closer.

“Come on, are you waiting for me to pull you?” she said with a warm, playful smile, her eyes shining in the soft light of the night with the lights now turned off.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling hesitation mix with the expectation in the air, but soon I crawled close to her. That’s when she took my hand with care and placed it on her belly. “Did you know you’re going to be a big brother?” Her voice was full of sweetness, but I didn’t know how to feel about it. Not wanting to disappoint her, I pretended to be happy and excited, but deep down, I felt indifferent, though, for some reason, I didn’t want her to feel bad.

I lay beside her, hugging her. The warmth of her body conveyed a sense of safety I had never felt in other lives. “What is this book you always look at every night, mother?” I asked, watching her examine the interior of that completely dark object now, as if it were dead or inert.

“That’s the past, don’t concern yourself with it… my focus now is on you and your sibling, not the complex,” she stated, placing her hand affectionately on my head, her fingers stroking my hair with tenderness.

She set the book aside and relaxed on the bed, sighing contentedly.

Very close to her, I sighed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin and the scent of ‘pine’ from the mountain.

I’m going with the flow effortlessly, but also without purpose. How long should I stay like this? What should I do to connect with this world? I felt guilty for faking joy at the news that I was going to be a big brother, but at the same time, I didn’t want to make her feel bad by showing no reaction, making her feel guilty.

Have I gone soft?

Moreover, there are also these memory lapses that come and go.

Cosmogenesí… how is this language present in this world? It defies my understanding. Knowing it in fragments feels strange. I had a dream, and suddenly forgot almost all of it.

Almost everything, except for a fragment that remains… now, it feels like I know a forgotten language, as if it suddenly became part of my comprehension.

Sigh, what a complicated existence...