Continuation – The "Varam" Gate Electromagnetic Model Selection – Adam Ethan
Adam extended his hand further toward the dark blue crystal.It rotated slowly around itself, as if it had been waiting for this decision for thousands of years.And when he touched it with the tip of his finger, it stopped spinning immediately.
There was no sound.No vibration.Only a total absence of movement, as if everything in "Varam" had frozen for a single moment.
Then…
The crystal exploded in a soundless blue flash.From it emerged a thin thread of light, which coiled around Adam's hand, then pierced his skin quietly, as though there were no barrier.
He did not scream.He did not withdraw.But something inside him… cracked.
He felt something ancient being extracted from within him.And something new being planted in its place.
Then he heard the voice again, this time closer to his heartbeat:
(Chosen Model: Resonant Latency – Code 17-VX)(Initial Bond: Successful.)(Psychological Endurance: Stable.)(The pattern will be loaded into the emotional memory.)
Adam collapsed to his knees.His head filled with the echo of a voice he could not understand…Ancient images of Mary, of his own face, of his shadow, overlapping and dissolving.Then an "equation" formed… but he did not understand it.They were not numbers. They were fractured emotions, turning into energy.
Then… silence.A silence that was either the sound of an ending, or of a birth.
He opened his eyes.
The glass floor was no longer the same.Everything seemed deeper, more transparent, as though the world itself had revealed to him a layer unseen before.
In his chest, he felt a steady vibration… a continuous resonance.Not a sound… but a sensation, as if his heart had become an electromagnetic device generating an invisible field.
He rose slowly.Then whispered to himself:
— "An inner resonance… an undirected energy… but I can shape it."
Adam realized something new:
(This model is not merely energy. It mirrors your psychological state, converting it into attack or defense according to your mental stability.)(Every disturbance within you… is a weapon.)(Every fracture… is a field.)
He smiled faintly.For the first time, he felt that his inner turmoil was not weakness… but a form of new power.
Then the deep, distant voice rose again:
("Varam" has been surpassed. The next gate: "Terraso.")
And a new passage of bluish-white light opened.He did not hesitate.Adam walked toward it, while the resonance in his chest intensified, as though his heart had become a restless frequency.
Adam Ethan – The Latent Resonance
As soon as he stepped inside the white passage, he felt everything around him contract.As if space itself compressed to a suffocating limit.Then suddenly… the light exploded into complete darkness.
He stood still, breathing slowly.Then noticed something strange:Every step he took lit a tile beneath his feet with a glowing color, which disappeared instantly, leaving him in new darkness.It was as though he were chasing a light he could never catch.
He heard the same deep voice, but this time it seemed to echo from inside him, not outside his being:
(Welcome to Terraso.)(Here… it is not your strength that is tested, but your stability.)(Before you, models of potential realities will be displayed.)(If you cannot distinguish them from truth… you will become part of them forever.)
Adam showed no reaction.He stepped forward twice…The darkness shifted into the sight of a small room…He knew it instantly:
— "…My room."
The same cheap wooden furniture.The same dim light from the small window.And the same bed…Upon it lay his mother, Mary, just as he had last seen her.Silent.
He approached.But he did not touch her.He breathed deeply, while his heart—or his resonance—grew stronger.Then he whispered:
— "An image… nothing more."
Yet the scene did not vanish.Mary's body moved slightly.She raised her head slowly, staring at him with empty gray eyes:
"Adam… why did you let me die?"
He did not answer.He clenched his fingers into his palm until blood flowed.But his eyes remained still.
"You are the reason.""If only you had loved me… if only you had screamed for me…"
His voice choked.Something inside him broke, yet he refused to fall.He lifted his gaze and spoke without emotion:
— "You are not her."
And the scene collapsed instantly.Darkness returned.Silence returned.
But his chest was no longer the same.The resonance within had grown harsher, as though it were slicing through his ribs.Yet he knew this was necessary:
(To pass through Terraso… you must sever all false images.)(You must abandon pity… and transcend longing.)
The ground lit up again, forming a long corridor.At its end appeared a heavy copper door.
Adam walked forward, his chest weighed down, yet his steps steady.He said to himself:
— "…Everything here is a test.Everything here is a false field."
He reached the door.Raised his hand to open it.And at the moment his fingers touched the handle, the deep voice whispered in his ear:
(You have surpassed Terraso.)(The next gate: Seraphine.)
The door creaked open, revealing behind it a violet void where shards of light fell endlessly.
The resonance in his heart… grew stronger.And he walked on.
Until a screen displayed before him information he ignored, stating that his affinity with darkness allowed him to cross gates more quickly.Adam paid it no attention and pressed forward.
Adam Ethan – Summoning the Primal Mass
When he crossed the copper threshold, he felt a sudden weight press down on him…As though an immense dome of lead had fallen upon him.He looked around:
No walls.No ceiling.Only a vast violet expanse, where shards of light drifted and shattered endlessly.
Each shard resembled a small mirror, but they did not reflect his image…Instead, they showed faces he did not know.Hundreds of them.Places he did not remember.Things without names.
He breathed slowly.Took a step, and before him appeared transparent text inscribed into the void:
"Seraphine Phase:– Here, your ability to summon the 'Primal Mass' is tested.– Within every living being, and within every energy system, exists one mass that never changes regardless of form.– Those who fail to identify it… are erased."
He did not falter.He called what he saw within himself "The Theory of Temporary Failure."Every phase was designed to humiliate his awareness first, then sift him from the inside.
He raised his eyes to the shards of light…One drew closer.He studied it:
It was his face.But larger.Larger than any concept.Like an ancient stone statue… its left eye moved slowly, staring directly at him.
In his chest, the deep vibration resonated—but without words…Just a cold frequency that seeped into his bones.
He understood something:All these faces, all these images, were merely variations of a single mass.
He closed his eyes.Imagined every moment he had lived:A silent child.A boy watching his mother's death.A man who hated, laughed, and cried without understanding.And now…
He said inwardly:— "…I am the mass."
In the next instant, all the shards exploded.They shattered into luminous dust scattering around him.
He heard the deep hum:
(You did not invent your mass.You only named it.Good.)
When he opened his eyes, he stood at the center of a circle of white lines.Each line connected point to point, forming the figure of a human-like entity, faceless, abstract.Something he had never seen before.
He stepped slowly toward the circle's center.The circles raised their voice:
(Do you wish to fix the Primal Mass?)
He did not hesitate:
— "Yes."
The entire space shuddered for a moment, as though his heart had become a frozen nucleus of silence.Then a long passage opened, lit with threads of white:
(Next phase: Coras.)
He stepped forward, carrying within his heart a single restless voice:
— "…The further I go, the clearer everything becomes… and the worse."
And he walked toward the new gate, his hands still trembling slightly, as if they had touched something that did not belong to the world.
Adam Ethan – The Threshold of Inner Transformation
When he emerged from Seraphine's circle, he felt the air change.It grew heavier.A sharp metallic scent filled his lungs, as though this world itself breathed iron.
Before him stretched a long corridor, built of interwoven transparent plates, beneath which flickered blue and violet light.He took a step.Another step.Then the corridor sealed shut behind him like a glass sheath.
Suddenly, words etched themselves across the transparent walls:
"Coras Phase:– Here, the ability to reshape yourself is tested.– The Primal Mass is not permitted to remain silent.– If you cannot redefine it… you will dissolve."
He stared at the letters for a long time, then moved his lips slowly:— "…Reshaping…"
It was a word he had never tried.A word that did not belong to him.
Before him appeared a sculpted model:His own form, but taller, leaner, like a glass statue.Above its head appeared shifting phrases:
(Previous phase – Identification of the Mass.This phase – Its Abstraction.Beyond these phases…lies what is beyond individual identity.)
His mind paused for a moment at that last phrase.(Beyond individual identity.)
He swallowed.For the first time, he felt that all these gates were mere preludes, preparatory corridors before the "greater truth" that no one had revealed to him.
He tried to touch the statue, but his hand passed through it.He felt a faint sting beneath his skin.Then came the voice, not from outside but from within him, from that hidden depth only audible at the borders of consciousness:
(Adam…These gates—Rom, Seraphine, Coras…None of them are the goal.You are crossing the passages of preparation.What awaits you beyond the final gate is not a trial, but the rewriting of everything you think is you.)
He did not move.He simply watched the transparent statue dissolve slowly into threads of light weaving around his chest.He felt a part of himself crumble…And then something new grew, strange, unlike him.
He placed his hand on his chest and whispered to himself:
— "…Just preparation…?"
He did not seem afraid.But within him, something contracted.Something that understood all this suffering, all this slow collapse across the phases, was nothing compared to what was coming.
Slowly, the next gate opened at the end of the corridor.A white radiance beyond endurance glared through.
He lifted his head.Breathed.And walked forward.