Echoes of the parallel

V. Who is Mr. Gunjae?

Later in the morning in the dimly lit classroom for my first class in science research about the galaxy, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air as Mr. Gunjae, the enigmatic science and Greek teacher, embarked on his eerie lesson on galaxies, stars, and planets. His voice is so cold and like a haunting melody as he whispers ancient Greek words that seem to resonate through the shadows, enveloping his students in a veil of mystery.

As Mr. Gunjae paced the room, his eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, delving into the enigmatic secrets of the cosmos. "I'm fond of this kind of lesson" my friend Pitikrong whispered in my ears. "Class, have you ever wondered about the mysteries of the stars and planets?" Mr. Gunjae asks. "Let me regale you with tales of the gods and goddesses who dance amidst the celestial bodies, shaping the very essence of our universe."

With a creepy smirk, Mr. Gunjae discusses the captivating narratives of the stars and their significance, getting the students' attention with a web of intrigue and fascination. "The stars, dear students, carry the whispers of the divine," he murmured his voice a spectral whisper that lingered in the air, echoing long after he said those words.

As he unraveled the movements of asteroids and the cosmic dance of the planets, Mr. Gunjae's words took on an ominous undertone, hinting at a darker truth veiled within the galaxy. "Beware the shadows that lurk in the depths of space," he cautioned, his gaze flashing with a cryptic knowing that sent a chill through the room.

Me and my classmates listened in a trance; our hearts fluttered with a blend of fear and fascination as Mr. Gunjae posed his unsettling question. "How many universes do we truly inhabit?" he suddenly asked, his voice a haunting echo that reverberated through the four walls of our classroom. "One?" Suddenly slip in my mouth.

In a hushed whisper, Mr. Gunjae unveiled a theory that blurred the boundaries between science and superstition, challenging us students to confront the enigma of parallel universes and the eternal conflict between faith and reason. "In the cosmic abyss, lies a truth that defies all logic," he whispered in my ears, a chilling reminder of the mysteries that elude human comprehension.

As the class was about to end, Mr. Gunjae fixed his gaze on me with unsettling intensity; his eyes were very scary as they turned purple. "Μην αφήνεις την περιέργειά σου να δημιουργήσει ένα μεγάλο χάος σε διαφορετικούς κόσμους." he inquired, his voice a haunting melody that sent a shiver down on my spine before he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind an aura of unease and intrigue. "What did he say?" I whispered

After that disquieting lesson, Professor Saeng suddenly appeared and entered the room to approach Niran with a reassuring smile. "Did you see just a ghost?" He cracks a joke. "No, I'm just confused; I don't understand what is the meaning of that sentence," I respond while still in shock. Am I imagining things or overthinkin? But I think I see his eyes turn purple.

"Confusion serves as a necessary step towards achieving enlightenment, so it's okay. Don't overthink too much." he comforted me, his eyes radiating a gentle luminance that dispelled the shadows of uncertainty from my mind. With a word of guidance, he steered them towards a newfound clarity and purpose, his presence a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Thanakrit Perspective:

As night descended I sat in my chamber, a brush in my hand, imagining Niran's essence on canvas with a reverence that bordered on worship. Each stroke of the brush breathed life into Niran's angelic aura; his innocent smile, captivating blue eyes, and pointed nose with soft pink lips captured the artistry of my painting. The canvas radiated a transcendent beauty, a testament to the profound connection that bound two souls across the cosmic expanse, I will name this painting "Athenarael"