Bain Of Our Existence Novels & Stories

And oh I’m so turned on. I feel my hand being touched. I look at Anya, and she’s smiling at me. “I’m thankful you’re alive.” I look back at the glistening stars, and they look so happy as well. Or is it just me seeing things. There’s no way the world will be thankful for my existence. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. Shock? Numb? I just know that I shouldn’t be laying here with my eyes open. “Why...How...” I am unsure what to say. Why did you do this? How did you know it will be on the cliff?

"Great! That means we are on the brink of conquering the whole universe." "Yes, my king," I responded, my voice steady with conviction. "I propose that we make our research accessible to all humanity across the universe. Together, we can discover the path to the highest dimensions. Starting from this point, the possibilities are boundless, but we need a multitude of minds to unravel the mysteries of existence." The king, intrigued, leaned in. "What truth are you referring to?" I paced before them, my voice growing passionate. "We all originate from a singular, true Source—the Infinite Source of Light and Energy. Our essence is derived from a single vibration, which diminishes and slows as it

Adding, "Your history of opulent, well-known lifestyles in the human kingdom on Earth is ephemeral, but the messiah's life story is timeless, eternal, and, put simply, has the miraculous power of saving lives. Through the grace of faith, everything can change as one goes through the stages of purification."

If anything could still stand outside that symmetry and look back if anything could remember what remembering even means it might notice one curious, almost tender detail: The last thing reality ever did before becoming nothing was refuse to become something again. Not out of fear. Not out of wisdom. Just out of habit. A habit started under a baobab tree in Yola, carried across centuries of pain and mercy, carried across galaxies of fire and silence, carried across eons of dilution and decay, until it became the final shape of existence itself. Enough was enough. And then there was no need for more.

Because when the oldest, most powerful entities in existence are paralyzed with fear, everyone else pays close attention. Aurora swallowed hard, her silver light pulsing nervously against the dark. "What is the Boundary?" The Creator remained silent for a long, agonizing moment, watching the matte-black metal of the door vibrate against the void. Then, they answered. "The wall." The ambient light of reality dimmed. "The primordial wall separating our entire existence from what came before." A profound, icy chill spread instantly through humanity's psychic network. *Before?* Before creation itself? Before the grand architecture of the Dream? Before the first spark of Hope? Before the endless

on us. the bond. the connection. the thing everything else grew from. My chest tightened because I saw it. the answer. the cost. the one thing big enough to balance everything we caused. “No,” I whispered. Because I knew. before it even said it. before it even confirmed it. the shape looked at us. direct. unmoving. “The imbalance originates from your connection.” The words hit. hard. because that was true. painfully true. everything started with us. “What are you saying?” Zayden asked.

I fret. Matelli looks at me in surprise, then he smiles proudly. "You are a talented boy, now you start thinking in the bigger picture". “What covenant have you made with them ? Are they the ones who have set up the Law so that we just have to adjust, or else they will zap us ?” “Bigger picture, Lefu. What is the basis of our existence ?” "Blood". "Yes, but why do we exist ?" I shrug. It is best not to let Matelli know how interested I am in hearing about the pact. It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up.

and moved towards the market. “It's a pain not being in a good condition and tormented by people, but no matter what condition we are in, we always have the power to heal our lives. Even if you lack all the grandeur and prosperity of life, even if you are penniless you still have the power of your mind and courage that indeed helps you avoid humiliations, scars, that feeling of helplessness, as well as those moments when even warriors questions the existence of God and empowers us to survive despite walking through hell.” Min-ho pondered about the miseries of life and walked towards his home after buying a lantern for him.

"We breathe. We exist. We add our presence to the infinite." We closed our eyes and breathed. The air we drew into our lungs was not ordinary air. It was the substance of existence itself. With each inhale, we absorbed the essence of the beginning. With each exhale, we added our own essence to the infinite. The Cradle pulsed with gratitude. "You have contributed," the voice said. "You have added your existence to the whole. You are now part of the beginning. Forever." I opened my eyes. We were standing in the formless space again, but it felt different. Warmer. More alive.

"In the fragments. In the pieces of myself that I could not digest. I knew the debt was paid. I knew we were stealing. But I could not stop. Because if the debt was paid, then I had no reason to exist. No one would remember me. No one would owe me attention." Jack floated in front of the ancient consciousness, bankrupt, powerless, running on three minutes of shared oxygen and the warmth of the Utterance's partnership. "You exist because you are alive," Jack said. "Not because someone owes you something. You exist because seventeen universes dreamed and died and left pieces of themselves behind. Those pieces are not debts. They are stories." The Mouth trembled. The hunger was weakening. Not b