Echoes of the parallel

IX. The universe yearned for stars

I rushed to the third floor of the library and found Pitikrong, he is my close friend; Pitikrong was engrossed in reading a book written in a mysterious language. "Ohh Niran, you're here in the middle of the night? For what?" Pitikrong asked curiously. "I'm looking for something," I respond, my voice tinged with determination.

Pitikrong mentioned, "I'm here reading Zylarian, but when I tried to search for information about this language on Google, I found no results. It's weird! Do you want to give it a try?" I accepted the book and started reading. As I delved into the unfamiliar text, Pitikrong settled on the couch and drifted off to sleep.

"Nokira means 'no turning back'? What could Mr. Gunjae have meant?" I whispered to myself, my mind was racing with questions. I continued to turn the pages, seeking answers. Suddenly, I stumbled upon a page of the book that had a strange glow. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the missing page from the book I had read before, bearing the cryptic Title, "At the end, you will shine."

Intrigued and determined, I searched for the book once more. Placing the strange glowing page back in the book, everything around me faded to black again. I found myself in a dark room, a sense of foreboding creeping over me. As I cautiously walked and explored the black room, I was startled to see familiar faces materialize before me.

Thanakrit, Prof. Saeng, Mr. Gunjae, Pitikrong, Sorasak (my father), Chutima (my mother), Yani, Anne, Youwen, Randa (my siblings), and Anurak(my grandfather) stood before me in the darkness. Overwhelmed by the surreal sight, I called out to my family, pleading for them not to leave me. A mysterious voice echoed in the void, stating, "You can pick 10 stars that you want to shine."

I was so Confused, and fear gripped me as, one by one, the persons before me began to fade away. "Mom! Dad! Brother Youwen! Sister Randa! Yani! Anne! Grandpa! Don't leave me." Desperation filled my voice as I cried out to Thanakrit, urging him to understand the language of emotions, "Thanakrit, I know you can't understand my language, but I wish you were good at the language of emotions." expressing my fear of losing them all. With tears streaming down my face, I called out to Pitikrong, Mr. Gunjae, and Prof. Saeng for help, determined to reunite with his loved ones.

Amid my pain, I suddenly woke up in my room, sweating and gasping for breath again. The vivid images of the dark room and the spectral figures lingered in my mind, leaving me shaken and bewildered by the surreal experience. The boundary between reality and the dream realm had blurred, leaving me grappling with the profound mysteries that had enveloped my existence.