In the beginning, there was Prakritron—a pulse, a spark, a cosmic breath that shattered silence.
From that eruption came everything. Stars ignited. Galaxies spun. Planets found their dance in space. The universe bloomed with light.
In a far, quiet corner of that young universe, a pulsar throbbed with powerful, rhythmic energy. Around it orbited a rare planet—designated BH-3119. It lay perfectly in the Goldilocks zone, where heat and cold balanced just right. Life began to stir there. Small, fragile. But alive.
Then the pulsar collapsed.
Under its own immense gravity, it folded in on itself, becoming something darker—something strange.
A black hole.
The fabric of space around it twisted. Time rippled. And planet BH-3119, once peaceful, was pulled toward the singularity.
It should have been torn apart.
But something... unnatural happened.
The planet didn't disintegrate. It survived the fall through the Event Horizon. It drifted inside the black hole's silent heart, untouched.
Time no longer moved forward.
Here, in this frozen realm, evolution changed.
Life no longer followed the path of days or seasons. It was born outside of time—free from the rules of past and future. Organisms adapted to the strange physics of the black hole. And from that chaos, a new species emerged.
They had no single form. Their bodies shimmered, ever-shifting across dimensions.
Their hearts pulsed with a glowing core—a Crystalline Time Nexus, formed from compressed time itself.
They were not bound to dimensions they existed in all the dimensions at once.
Their DNA was unlike anything seen before. It changed when time changed—expanding, contracting, bending through fourth and fifth dimensions. When time moved too fast—beyond a million supereons—their very timeline would begin to collapse.
If they didn't adapt… they would vanish.
But they were not just surviving.
They were learning to control the fabric of time.
And something, or someone, was watching them evolve.