A few centuries passed — slipping through their fingers like water. The presence of Adargas had been comforting: the conversations, the feelings, the infinite love. Tribal, Alaya, and Akasha lived through an era of true fullness. But, like all things that dwell inside time, even the infinite eventually meets its end. Adargas had to leave. His presence was too much for that world; the planet could not withstand such overwhelming light. He needed to remain beyond the Veil of Existence.
Before departing, Adargas asked Akasha to complete Tribal and Alaya's instruction. They crossed the veil, and the sensation was indescribable — not loss, but integration. They now understood that Adargas was in everything: in every atom, every breath, every echo of silence.
Akasha began his teachings. He loved Physics and Mathematics; saw numbers as gateways and formulas as prayers. He transformed calculations into machines — simple and complex contraptions that his subjects could barely comprehend. Alaya, fascinated, learned at an otherworldly pace. Tribal, the eternal romantic, preferred to watch. He understood everything, but he loved building — giving form to what Alaya described.
Their presence attracted beings from across the planet. Humans, spiritualists, and giants made pilgrimages, enchanted by the harmony of those who seemed made of light. Tribal welcomed them, and with their help began to erect wonders. Alaya's heart overflowed with joy when she saw the giants return — massive beings, yet gentle and kind, whose very presence drew beauty into the world.
The village grew. It became a city. And eventually, a complex, prosperous society — a kingdom.
By instinct, Akasha named it Suryashan, the Land Where the Sun Rests. Tribal and Alaya did not mind. They were accustomed to seeing beings rise as rulers over others; they knew that this nature came from Akasha. And since Akasha sat upon the throne, they believed something good could emerge — and indeed, it did. Under his command, Suryashan became the center of the world. Alaya perfected medicine; Tribal built marvels that defied Physics itself; and Akasha became the greatest ruler the blue planet had ever known. He proclaimed himself Arkhamesh, the Lord of the Sun, and established laws and rituals for his coronation.
For centuries, Tribal and Alaya remained by his side. Suryashan flourished: advanced medicine, immaculate sanitation, impossible monuments, a stable economy. Everything seemed perfectly ordered. Until one day, Tribal sensed something in the air — a faint vibration, like a perfume carried for kilometers. Imperceptible to others. Not even Alaya felt it.
He walked away, guided by the invisible call.
"Where are you going, Tribal?" Alaya asked, confused.
"I'm searching for something… I don't yet know what it is, but it feels wonderful. Don't worry, I won't leave the city. I'll return soon — with answers."
Alaya trusted Tribal with her life. Of course she would trust his gentle words.
He walked through the streets and alleys of Suryashan, following the intangible trail, until he found two spiritualists in a small courtyard at the end of a narrow lane. The woman sat on a bench; the man leaned against the edge of a well. He sang, and she listened — their voices and silence together creating a melody that vibrated into the heights of the Universe. Their auras glowed with a soft yellow, like dawn rising over dunes.
The woman interrupted the song.
"Hello, Tribal."
"What are your names?" he asked, surprised they recognized him.
"My name is Saryan, and he is Avaran. We're resting, harmonizing ourselves with the Creator of All."
Avaran remained silent, letting Saryan explain. They held beliefs different from most: they believed there was something far greater than Arkhamesh, the divine; that the Universe had not been created by Akasha but sustained by a superior consciousness. They claimed to hear vibrations that touched an incomprehensible presence — The Great Master.
Tribal was stunned. He had never thought it possible for spiritualists to hear the Creator — he himself could not. But his humility and thirst for knowledge awakened inside him.
"Come meet Alaya. She will love hearing you."
They walked together through the streets of Suryashan. When they arrived, Alaya was already waiting. On her face, she wore the same smile she once offered to infinity.
"Welcome."