This is the story of a boy named Avinash—an ordinary bachelor until the age of nineteen. His life hadn't been blissful, but it wasn't tragic either. It simply… existed. Quiet, unremarkable, and fading into the background.
But everything changed after his nineteenth birthday. It began with dreams—strange, vivid, sometimes terrifying visions that clung to him even after he awoke. They were not mere figments of his imagination; they felt real. As if someone, or something, was trying to speak to him through them. And then came the disturbances—things around him flickering, shifting. His world no longer obeyed the rules it once did.
Years passed, and the dreams grew louder, more persistent. Until one day, an unknown number called.
No voice. Just static. Then a whisper: "Run."
Without knowing what was coming his way Avinash obeyed. He left his apartment tower behind and ran—ran not from something, but toward something… or someone. But what he found instead was a truth that shattered his world and his last hope but caught in this moment he chooses tha path not due to any other thing but single emotion love and he goes in aroute where death was certain and choices were few, he made the ultimate one: sacrifice.
He died.
But death was not the end.
Avinash opened his eyes again—not on Earth, but in a realm unlike anything he'd known. A world filled with ancient cultivation, soaring mountains, spiritual beasts, and energy that pulsed in the air itself. It was beautiful… dangerous… and full of possibilities.
Here, he could become strong. Here, he could be more than just a forgotten name in the crowd.
And yet… the dreams followed him.
Worse now. Closer. Clearer.
He would wake in sweat, his heart pounding, the echoes of voices not his own ringing in his head. The same shadowy warnings. The same cold sense of being watched.
And then came the day.
A sky that once radiated peace turned black. Thunder cracked like the voice of gods enraged, and a tornado of unnatural force spiraled down—its winds not of nature, but of malice. They came for him, he knew it. Death, in twin forms, howled through the heavens.
Caught in the heart of the storm, there was no escape. No weapon. No cultivation strong enough.
And then—
Silence.
He awoke, barely breathing. But something was different this time.
No dreams.
Just a voice—calm, cold, and whispering from within his mind.
> "You're finally awake... Now, let's begin."
His blood ran cold.
Avinash staggered back, heart thudding violently. Whatever this was, it was inside him now. No longer lurking in dreams.
He looked to the sky, where the storm had passed… but the real darkness had just begun.
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To uncover the truth behind the haunting dreams…
To discover whose call changed everything…
To understand why Avinash chose to sacrifice his life…
And to face the voice that rose from the silence of death…
Read my novel: The Primordial Seed of Creation
Where destiny is written in echoes… and rebirth begins with a whisper.
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