(Solomon's POV)
Every road had led here.
Every sacrifice.
Every death.
Every tear.
Every impossible victory.
Every unbearable loss.
Everything.
Not to a battle.
Not to a war.
Not to a final enemy.
But to a choice.
My choice.
And I hated it.
The Weight of Eternity
The Door beyond Creation stood open.
Beyond it stretched the Infinite Sea.
The birthplace of dreams.
The graveyard of realities.
The realm where existence was nothing more than a passing thought.
The sleeping Dreamer remained motionless.
Every star in creation pulsed with its breathing.
Every galaxy moved with its heartbeat.
Every soul existed because it dreamed.
And beside the Door stood the smiling stranger.
The architect of suffering.
The shadow behind every tragedy.
Patient.
Waiting.
Watching.
As
