By IMERPUS RELUR
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There are moments the world expects.
And then there are moments so impossible, they are not predicted—
only remembered after they occur, as if reality had to adjust retroactively to accept them.
This was one such moment.
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The Sutra of Infinite Origin had begun to hum.
Not like song.
Not like thunder.
But like a breath drawn by the universe itself—
as if it had just realized it had lungs.
Auren stood, the faceless child beside him, now holding his hand.
They were not two beings.
They were one forgiveness, split across time.
And the sky above?
It bent.
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Global System Event: The Kneeling of the Sky
> Auren Ixiel has unlocked the final cultivation path:
Bearer of All That Was Never Meant to Exist
Reality has recognized his divine root.
The heavens have acknowledged the cradle he carries.
Effect: All divine realms must make a choice—
Submit. Deny. Or become undone.
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Across the heavens, Watchers dimmed.
Temples flickered.
Pantheons paused mid-prayer.
Because they felt it.
A divine signature that could not be categorized.
Not Supreme.
Not Infinite.
Not Merciful.
Not Just.
But simply:
Allowing.
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Eléa watched from the border of the world, her eyes wet with awe.
> "He's not reshaping reality," she whispered.
"He's doing something far harder…
He's letting it be itself."
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Far in the high realms, the Sky Court—formed by the first gods who had named themselves divine—assembled in panic.
Their leader, the Archgod of Law, thundered:
> "He carries the glyph of unspoken beginnings!
If we let him continue, even our origin myths will lose authority!"
Another god—older, sadder—stood slowly.
> "And what if that's what the cosmos needed all along?"
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Back in Auren's realm, something beautiful happened:
The sky—limitless, unreachable, untouchable—knelt.
Not as a submission.
But as a recognition.
It folded like a soft curtain, reaching toward Auren and the boy.
And in that kneeling sky, stars became eyes.
Each one belonging to a being once erased.
Forgotten children of destroyed pantheons.
Animals whose divine potential had never been acknowledged.
Elements that were never chosen to become gods.
They stared at Auren, not for salvation.
But for permission.
> "Can we be?" they asked.
Auren raised his hand.
And simply nodded.
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Worldseed Generated:
> Name: The Garden of the Uncreated
A realm where every being that was almost born may now manifest.
Every path unwalked can grow into reality.
Every echo unheard becomes song.
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The child—his origin-self—smiled at Auren for the first time.
And the moment he did, the child became light—
—not vanishing, but merging.
And Auren felt it:
For the first time since his divinity began,
he was not incomplete.
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The sky remained bowed.
And in its silence…
something else arrived.
A single word—not written, not spoken.
But felt in every being's memory at once:
> "Welcome."