[Outer World – At the Border of the Recognized Spheres]
Something changed.
Not a sound. Not a light.
But a silence that could no longer be ignored.
Across all Seven Continents, humans, elves, dragons, dwarves, and even spirits simultaneously looked up. Without reason.
Just a single sensation in their chest:
"He was accepted."
—
[Academy – Grand Council's Reception Hall]
Zhelenya walked in with steady steps. The central mirror had turned completely black, and the crystals on the walls vibrated in chaotic rhythms.
— "He passed the eleventh threshold," she said.
One of the elders, a blind old man with a voice like stone, asked:
— "Is he alive?"
— "More than ever," Zhelenya replied. "And now… he sees us too."
—
[Corvin City – Crossroads of the Five Realms]
The main square was in a state of controlled chaos. Ancient artifacts were awakening. Protection runes trembled. And the central tower of the Adventurers' Guild was emitting unknown signals, even to the most advanced magicians.
A child stopped in the middle of the street.
— "He's here…" he whispered.
His mother, frightened, took his hand.
— "Who?"
— "The one who was summoned by no one… but welcomed by all."
—
[The Spiral – The Singing Wave]
Albert floated.
But not physically.
He had become rhythm.
A silent sound moving through time and space, heard only by those who had nothing left to lose.
Around him, an invisible orchestra vibrated.
Every unseen battle.
Every unspoken choice.
Every moment forgotten by the world.
All of them composed a symphony.
And Albert…
was the conductor without a score.
[Kingdom of Nirell – The Ruined Meadows of the Old South]
In a place where nature had stopped growing, an old elf walked barefoot among beasts fallen from ancient times. In his hand trembled an old bell that hadn't rung in centuries.
Without warning, the bell vibrated.
— "So we're back in the game…" he said, looking at the gray sky.
— "You, the one who was never written, have begun to sing."
From the hills, the wind carried a strange murmur — not a voice, but a reaction from reality itself. A response to something never asked.
—
[Healers' Guild Base – City of Elaris]
In a building lit by blue flames, Master Healer Sona received a report.
— "A new form of restorative magic is appearing," one of the apprentices said.
— "It doesn't use symbols or elemental sources. Just… intent."
Sona frowned.
— "That's not magic. It's something… that predates magic."
— "Who's using it?" she asked.
The apprentice swallowed hard.
— "No one known. But all traces point to… his presence."
Sona closed her eyes.
— "Albert."
—
[The Spiral – The Inner Point]
Albert floated in that space that was sound, vibration, and cause all at once.
And then… he stopped.
He stepped onto a ground that had never been created. A bridge of thought over a sea of echoes.
Before him, a round gate made of condensed sound.
There were no symbols on it.
But Albert knew:
— "This is the Gate of the Primordial Symphony."
A door that doesn't open.
It sings, and those who cannot hear… cannot pass.
Albert closed his eyes.
And, for the first time in history, he sang in harmony with reality.
[Corridor of Silence – Beneath the Foundation of the Old City]
Deep beneath the ancient city called Eniros, a stone gate opened on its own for the first time in over two thousand years. A woman clad in a mantle of light stood before it, without breathing.
— "The time has come…" she whispered.
From within the gate came a chorus of forgotten voices.
— "He has sung. And through his song, the beginning has been rewritten."
—
[Academy – Watcher's Tower, Sealed Floor]
Kaelya walked through a corridor where time flowed backward. Words emerged from mirrors before being spoken, and shadows walked ahead of those who stepped.
She felt that Albert was no longer just part of the world.
— "He is starting to become its author," she whispered.
A globe of light settled in her palm and began to pulse in the same rhythm as her heart.
In that moment, she understood that something within her had changed forever.
—
[Gate of the Primordial Symphony – Within the Spiral]
Albert sang. But not with voice.
Not with thought.
He sang with the essence of his existence.
Each tone was a truth.
Each pause — a universe in formation.
And then… the gate responded.
Not by opening. But by becoming part of him.
Albert stepped forward, and the space before him became clear.
It wasn't a new realm.
It wasn't a hidden dimension.
It was something no mortal or god had ever seen before:
The ground where all worlds are born.
The Gaze of Those Who Cannot Intervene
---
[Sanctuary of the Ancient Sun – Beyond Visible Time]
A round table, built from stones recorded nowhere, vibrated softly.
Around it sat figures cloaked in robes that reflected no light — members of the Eternal Council.
Sypherion's seat was occupied.
But in front of him… there was a thirteenth reflection, faceless.
— "He stepped onto the ground where worlds are born," Sypherion said.
Another member, whose voice sounded like a torn page, added:
— "That wasn't meant to happen until the entire cycle had ended."
— "The cycle is broken. He no longer follows anything," spoke a third entity, shaped only by the scent of rain and burnt parchment.
— "Does he know?" someone asked.
Sypherion remained silent for a few seconds.
— "He's known for a long time. But only now has he allowed himself to accept it."
—
[Zhelenya – Tower of the White Shadow]
She sat alone in the observation chamber, where all mirrors had been covered.
The only image that still formed was a faint flicker in a corner of the room.
Zhelenya whispered:
— "So… this is the song of the unseen. And I've been part of it without knowing."
The tear running down her cheek wasn't one of fear.
But of understanding.
—
[The Girl with the Blue Eyes – On Earth, in the Basement Frozen in Time]
She felt it. She felt how each of Albert's steps was redrawing the architecture of possibility itself.
Her brother, still trapped in the moment before reality collapsed, could no longer speak.
She murmured:
— "There's no more time. And because of that… perhaps everything is still possible."
[Field of Genesis – Behind the Song]
Albert stepped onto a surface that was neither matter nor energy. Each step was a question that reality listened to with fear.
Before him unfolded a space where all born and unborn possibilities still floated in pure form—colors that didn't exist, shapes without names, echoes of words never spoken.
A voice was heard, not from outside, but from the very structure of the place:
— "You've entered the Ground of the Primordial Song. Here is born what has not yet been asked for."
Albert nodded.
— "I came to see what I became before I became."
A circle of light surrounded him, formed from fragments of lost truths. From each fragment, a version of himself—child, youth, elder, king, fugitive, and even… monster.
Each of them looked at him.
And then they merged into him.
—
[Academy – The Floor Without Echo]
Zhelenya, standing in a space protected from all, suddenly felt a pain in her chest. Not physical. Pure vibration.
— "He is no longer just a being," she said.
Kaelya appeared behind her.
— "Then what is he?"
— "A choice that became reality."
—
[Plane of the Unnamed – The Place Between Days]
In a zone where time flows only when remembered, Ithrial stood in silence.
From behind him, Sypherion appeared.
— "You felt it too?" he asked.
Ithrial nodded.
— "He touched the sphere from which not even we can create."
— "And what comes next?"
Ithrial turned his gaze toward the infinite.
— "What even the Song cannot write."
[Center of the Uncreated Ground – Circle of Final Truth]
Albert stood in what seemed to be the first thought of creation.
There were no sounds. No boundaries.
But each moment was dense, alive, filled with realities longing to be chosen.
Before him, a black rose took shape—grown not from soil, but from echo. Each petal was an unspoken moment, a memory rejected by the world.
When he touched it, all versions of Albert—past, present, and possible—froze.
And all spoke, in a single flawless voice:
— "There is no turning back from here."
Albert smiled.
— "I never intended to."
—
[Watcher's Tower – Room of Sealed Mirrors]
Kaelya and Zhelenya felt the mirrors begin to tremble.
The mirrors that reflected only what was stable in the world.
One shattered without being touched.
Zhelenya whispered:
— "We are no longer just witnesses…"
Kaelya finished:
— "We are already part of what is about to be written."
—
[Gate Between Realities – Beyond the Spirals]
An invisible force entered multiple worlds at once.
Magicians, heroes, the dragon king, elven queens, prophets of the shadows — all felt that the name "Albert" was no longer just a name.
It was a sentence.
An intent.
A choice made by Existence itself.
—
[Albert – Inside the Black Rose]
Albert was in a space that was only himself.
Where all questions had been asked and all answers… denied.
At the center of that space was neither light nor darkness.
There was a living mirror.
When he looked into it, he saw no face.
He saw everything that had ever been.
And everything that could ever become.
And then… he said:
— "It's time."
All of reality breathed.
And the beginning of the next chapter was born without ink.
A Silence That Belongs to No Place
---
[Basin of the Unseen – Beneath the Timeless Waters]
A formless creature, made only of forgotten memories, moved slowly through reflections that belonged to no known world.
It spoke without a voice:
— "He didn't change the world. He made the world question if it was ever real."
And its words weren't lost. They remained suspended, like a new beginning hidden between two breaths.
—
[The Living Archive – Beneath the Roots of the World]
The book that had never been written began to write itself.
But this time, not in red ink.
But in lines of invisible light.
On the first page appeared a single title:
— "He Who Sang Before Words"
Beneath it, with no author, no date, a paragraph:
— "And thus ended the song of the unseen. Not because it stopped, but because someone understood it completely."
—
[The Girl with the Blue Eyes – In the Stillness of Frozen Time]
She smiled.
She knew the moment was drawing near.
Not of reunion. But of confrontation with the truth about herself.
Because in every song, there is one note… that only a single person can hear.
And that person… was on their way.