The Stargate

✨ The air crackles with pure energy. Time itself hesitates before the ancient colossus before it. The Stargate is not just a passage—it is a tear in reality, a veil between worlds that pulses like a living heart. The stones, engraved with titanic runes, light up in a frantic sequence of lights, as if awakening from a thousand-year slumber.

A soundless thunder shakes the atmosphere. The horizon bends. Gravity wavers. Arlen Sharim feels his bones vibrate in tune with the invisible forces that intertwine around the portal. He is not just before a passage—he is part of a call that has echoed since the beginning of time.

The runes whisper forgotten codes. A melody of impossible frequencies vibrates in the air. The portal is a living, pulsating enigma, and now, his consciousness aligns with it. Arlen feels the universe bend around him.

✨ The energy is overwhelming. Space itself gives way. He takes a step. It’s not just crossing. It’s shattering and being reborn into infinity.

The Crossing

🌀 Reality shatters. A wall of light engulfs him, dissolving his body into luminescent fragments. He is sucked into a whirlpool of parallel existences, being tossed through vibrant constellations, worlds that never existed, and dimensions that defy all logic.

He’s not falling. He’s not flying. He’s a thought being dreamed by something greater than the cosmos.

And then, impact.

The cold of the silvery surface crashes against his body. His heart hammers. He blinks, his vision adjusts, and before him…

Aurion.

Not a city. A floating celestial empire, woven of pure energy. The structures defy comprehension, rising in spirals and shifting shapes, supported by columns of living crystal. Stars float between the buildings, dancing like awakened consciousness. The ground pulses with liquid silver, reflecting the very soul of the universe.

The air vibrates. Space whispers. Everything is alive.

Arlen stands. He feels.

He belongs here.

Reimagined Dialogues

Arlen (as he feels the overwhelming presence of the portal):

"I am not just seeing this... I am being called."

Arlen (as he is swallowed by the light, feeling himself shattered and rebuilt):

"I am not who I was... I am being rewritten!"

Arlen (as he opens his eyes and witnesses Aurion):

"This is not a city. This is the will of the universe shaped in stone and light."

The legend begins again. The cosmos awaited him. Arlen Sharim answered the call.