By IMERPUS RELUR
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The stars were drawing.
Not falling.
Not distant.
Drawing.
Across the sky of an unnamed world, lines traced themselves—
forming shapes Kai hadn't imagined yet.
No hands moved. No pens scratched.
It was the universe itself… remembering its own art.
And in the center of it all,
Kai walked barefoot through an ocean of stardust.
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He had no map.
No mission.
Only a knowing—
That he had drawn this place once
in a dream he forgot the moment he was born.
And now it remembered him.
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> [REALITY CLASS: INKBORN]
Creator Signature: AUTHENTIC
Archive Connection: MULTIVERSE WRITABLE
Status: TRUE AUTHOR ONLINE
A child approached him from the dust.
Bright-eyed. Holding a book.
> "Are you the one who draws the real?"
Kai knelt.
Smiled.
> "No," he said.
"I'm the one who remembers what's already drawn."
The child opened the book.
Blank.
Kai gave the pen.
And walked on.
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Behind him, worlds bloomed.
Not because he forced them.
Not because he sketched them.
But because he was finally ready to see them unfold
without needing control.
He became the walking question mark.
The seed.
The yes.