Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 47: Wrings The Wings: Part 6

The air was thick with anticipation as Burohagikun led Fheniz down into the basement of his shop. The flickering lightbulbs above them buzzed faintly, casting shadows on the stone walls as they descended the narrow staircase. Fheniz had been pestering Burohagikun the entire way, certain that there was some pressing issue with the shoes.

"Is there any problem with the shoes?" Fheniz asked again, his voice full of concern. "Why did you call me so urgently?"

But Burohagikun remained cryptic, his trademark grin stretching across his face. "Ya'll know when ya'll see, brat," was all he'd say.

When they finally reached the basement, Burohagikun flicked on the overhead lights. The room brightened, revealing a large wooden table draped in a heavy cloth. Fheniz's breath caught in his throat. He could feel something electric in the air, the culmination of nearly two years of effort buzzing just below the surface.

His eyes flickered from the table to Burohagikun, whose grin was now even wider. "Is that...? You mean they're ready?" Fheniz asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Why else would I call ya in between work?" Burohagikun chuckled, arms crossed proudly over his chest.

Fheniz's hands shook slightly as he stepped forward, the excitement bubbling up in his chest like a firecracker ready to explode. His heart raced, pounding like a drum in his ears. After two years of endless work, mistakes, and triumphs, the moment had finally arrived. This was the culmination of everything—their blood, sweat, and sheer determination all poured into one final masterpiece.

With trembling fingers, he reached for the cloth, giving Burohagikun a final glance. The old man nodded, eyes gleaming with joy, satisfaction and fascination. Fheniz smiled back, and then, in one swift motion, he pulled the cloth away, revealing the shoes beneath. The shoes reflected in his eyes, his eyes reflected back the joy and satisfaction and all the happy emotions bursting out towards the shoes.

They were glorious.

White shoes, polished to perfection, gleamed under the basement lights. Gold designs danced across the surface, intricate and delicate, winding through the fabric like veins of molten metal. The inside of the shoes, including the sole, was a deep, rich brown, the color of aged leather that spoke of durability and strength. The shoes exuded elegance, a perfect blend of simplicity and grandeur.

But the most striking feature was the infinity symbol that adorned the sides. Unlike any ordinary depiction of infinity, this symbol didn't end where it usually would. It twisted and curved in ways that suggested something beyond the endlessness—a suggestion that even infinity was only the beginning. The infinity symbol was made of carefully shaped metals, crafted so precisely that they seemed like the work of master artisans, as if professional micro-artists had poured their souls into each tiny detail.

Inside the infinity loops were the keenest details imaginable—so small that they could only be appreciated upon close inspection. Tiny stars, nebulae, and planets danced inside the loops, each one a work of art on its own. The symbols seemed to suggest the vastness of the universe, implying that beyond infinity lay something even greater. Every curve, every line, every detail spoke of a journey beyond the confines of reality, pushing the limits of the brain's imagination.

Along the edges of the shoes, the branding was subtly yet proudly displayed: Beyond Infinity. The gold lettering was engraved into the shoes' surface, catching the light just enough to draw the eye but not enough to overwhelm the rest of the design. The shoes were light but solid, the feel of them whispering of power and the promise of something more—a dream encapsulated in rubber grass and metal.

"They're perfect," Fheniz whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "This is amazing! It matches perfectly! I never expected the final product would look this good! To how we originally designed it!" His eyes glistened with joy, satisfaction, and disbelief with even greater intensity. The shoes were not just footwear; they were a vision realized.