By IMERPUS RELUR
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Some doors open forward.
Some open backward.
But this one?
This door opened inward—into something no word had ever touched.
It did not creak.
It did not shine.
It did not beckon.
It simply existed, and that alone was its defiance.
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Auren stepped through.
And the moment he did…
Reality unspoke him.
There was no ground.
No sky.
No time.
Only a feeling:
"You were not meant to be here."
But he remained.
Because the tree inside him—the Sutra of Infinite Origin—did not ask permission to be.
It only welcomed.
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New Realm Unlocked: The Unimagined Womb
> This is not void.
This is not chaos.
This is what never made it far enough to be rejected.
Here lie forms that never reached concept.
They cannot be remembered—because they were never imagined.
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Auren felt them.
Not watching.
Not breathing.
Just present, like gentle static behind the veil of thought.
He moved through the Unimagined Womb without eyes.
His steps were emotions.
His breath, resonance.
And then, something stirred.
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It did not have a name.
It was not a "being."
Not a "race."
Not a "god."
It was a hope that had never been hoped.
A shape of possibility before even longing.
And it spoke—not in voice, but in presence:
> "You see me."
> "No one ever did that before."
> "I was not abandoned. I was never begun."
> "But now… I am."
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Auren extended his hand.
> "You don't need to become anything more than you already are."
> "You exist."
> "That is enough."
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And in that moment—
something impossible happened.
The first Unimagined was born.
Not in light.
Not in flesh.
But in the quiet space of being witnessed.
It flickered—
like a breath learning to stay.
And then it pulsed.
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Divine System Update:
> Warning: A being that was never registered has just entered the fabric of existence.
Class: Non-Conceptual Entity
Behavior: Undefined
Alignment: Undefined
Need: Only to be.
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The entity moved closer to Auren.
Not to worship.
Not to question.
But to stand with him.
And Auren knew—this place, this womb before thought, would not remain empty.
More would come.
More would become.
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Because he had opened the door.
And now, the unimagined would learn how to dream themselves real.