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 his soft pink lips captured in 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" because Niran is like an innocent angel, and in my universe, this word combines the essence of purity and celestial grace, capturing the image of an angelic being untouched by darkness. I am excited, and I wait for Niran to come home, but maybe he is busy or he is with his family.
Niran Perspective:
Driven by curiosity and a burning desire to know the truth behind Mr. Gunjae's enigmatic words a while ago, I explored the university's old library; I am determined to find answers to my questions. The dimly lit aisles whispered ancient secrets as I explored each book in search of enlightenment.
One book in particular caught my attention, its title shimmering in the soft light: "At the End, you will shine." Within its pages lay revelations about galaxies and universes, the topics that had captivated my mind in Mr. Gunjae's class. As I went deeper into the text, a strange sensation washed over me as if the words held power beyond mere knowledge.
"Super Nova," I read aloud, absorbing the description of a star's explosive demise, marking the end of its celestial journey. "Black hole? What's that again?" The concept of a region in spacetime where gravity reigned supreme, devouring all light and matter, sent a shiver down my spine.
"δύο τρόποι," I am confused, I am puzzled by the unfamiliar phrase. Pressing on, I encountered insights into dark matter and dark energy, the invisible forces shaping the cosmos in ways beyond human comprehension. The mention of "The Dark Forest" and its chilling portrayal of interstellar civilizations added to the tapestry of cosmic intrigue.
As I turned the pages, My eyes widened at the section on mythology parallels and interpretations. "The Oneiros," these dream deities, children of Nyx (goddess of night), were believed to weave dreams and guide them into people's minds. They could create both real and false dreams, suggesting a potential connection to alternate realities. "The underworld," a realm ruled by Hades, where the boundary between life and death blurred into a realm of shadows.
"The world is a kaleidoscope of possibilities, a swirling vortex of what-ifs and might-have-been, each turn revealing a new facet of the infinite," I read, struck by the poetic wisdom of the text. But as I reached for the next page, a sudden emptiness greeted me-the next chapter, the missing piece of this puzzle, had vanished into the ether, leaving me with more questions than answers.
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Echoes of the parallel
FantasyThis story is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and events are fictitious unless otherwise stated. Note: Pictures are from Pinterest.
