Novel & Cerita My Three Thousand Years To The Sky

Something that made the very air taste of ozone and decay. In the distance, beyond the palace walls, the sky turned black. Not with clouds. With something alive. Something that had been sleeping for three centuries. And had just woken up.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

Grimacing, I found my phone and turned on the flashlight, then walked over to the window. Outside, two figures stood on the balcony of Unit 601.

"Nathan, if you don't want to take responsibility, you don't need to flee back to Kingsford." I stared at her blankly before laughing. "No, you've got the wrong idea. It's New Year's. I haven't been back in four years. I have to go home this year." Without hesitation, she replied, "Then I'm coming with you. Even ugly daughters-in-law have to meet their in-laws eventually." I twitched at the corner of my mouth before finding myself smiling. "Okay." The next day, when the plane landed in Kingsford, the city felt strangely unfamiliar.

"The leader often talks about you. He says you're the most gifted student he's ever had." … Two months flew by, and life at the institute was simple but rewarding. Day in and day out, we dove deep into scholarly debates with the team. With me on board, we managed to push the project forward by a whole year, a new record for the institute, the leader proudly announced. Sunny had transformed from the timid junior she once was into my right-hand woman. We shared that unspoken bond, often understanding each other's thoughts with just a glance. Thanks to the dedicated care of the nurses and doctors, Grandpa finally came around.

The function's translation still running. The eastern landscape finally being read in full. Three hundred years and then two more days.

Seras just laughs (bright, sharp, perfect). Seras: “No promises.” Remy puts the truck in drive. Remy: “Coyote Club rule number five: When the sky sends you a death threat disguised as an invitation, you show up early and bring friends.” He floors it. The Chevy roars west, headlights cutting through the dark like claws. Behind us, the aurora bleeds one last message across the sky before it fades: 19 days. We have nineteen days to reach the top of the world. And remind the Sky Court who really owns the horizon.

James looked at Zella, who was standing to the side and wearing white clothes. “The Sky Burial Age was only thirty thousand epochs past your era. How much do you know about the Sky Burial Age?” Hearing that made Zella fall into deep ponder. After a while, she slowly sat down and looked at James opposite her. Softly, she said, “You’re finally asking the right questions. I know more about the Sky Burial Age, which was thirty thousand epochs past my era because I lived from that era.” When James heard that, he held his breath.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.