Novel & Cerita The Beginning After The End Light

'' I got up from the chair and started to look for the exit of this fucking looking labyrinth mansion. ''Do you want me to show you where the exit is?'' Aaron says with a sarcastic voice. I turn and glare at him, tears still running down my cheeks. As soon as Aaron saw my face, regret formed on his face. I got out of the kitchen, and I could hear Aiden calling my name. I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this house, but suddenly I felt dizzy and everything was spinning. And after a second, everything went black.

The Miller Residence was located in the suburban area of Grovale. It was a lovely place with mountains and rivers around. Lush vegetation covered every corner along the way to the residence. The city's lights were unique. Some resembled star-shaped light strings cascading from tall plants. There were also lights shaped like mushrooms, pumpkins, various small animals, and fairy lanterns. It was like Ethan and his company had wandered into a fantasy world rather than a typical city. By the time they arrived at the Miller Residence, it was already 8:00 pm.

Forever. The End.

Four days before the ceremony, a human photographer sent Raelor the edited travel footage of him and Seraphine. On the sofa, the two of them leaned against each other like intimate mates. "Raelor, does this shot look good? The lighting feels like the Moon Goddess’s blessing," Seraphine said softly. "Mhm. The photographer handled the light well. It looks sacred. It suits you," Raelor replied in a low voice indulgently. Just then, I returned from outside. When Raelor saw me, he hurriedly pushed Seraphine away. His movements were slightly flustered. A trace of awkwardness flickered through his eyes before he quickly regained composure.

⸻ This was just the beginning. The entity stilled. ⸻ Completely. ⸻ And then— ⸻ the light beneath it surged. ⸻ Bright. ⸻ Blinding. ⸻ And something— ⸻ on the other side— ⸻ responded.

"The endgame..." "...starts now."

The day that had begun in chaos ended in quiet light — a contrast so sharp it felt like a promise. ---

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It was for this small, bright light, for Mom. "Can we play cars later?" he asked, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Of course, buddy," I promised, my voice a little shaky. "Just let me get a few things done first." Later that evening, a new phone buzzed on my bed. It was sleek, black, and completely unfamiliar. I knew it was from Caden. He had mentioned it, a way for him to contact me. My stomach dropped. I picked it up. "It's Caden," his voice cut through the air. No pleasantries, no wasted words.

We sat until the stars came out—sharp against the deepening indigo. Until the cold drove us inside—slow steps, careful hands helping each other through the doorway. Until tomorrow waited—another sunrise, another cup of coffee, another call from Lila. But tonight—tonight was ours. Under the last light. Under every light. Forever. The end. And the beginning.