Lui took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the Dreamroot beneath his feet. Every step forward carried the weight of countless worlds, infinite timelines, and unimaginable possibilities. The path of the First Silence stretched endlessly, glowing like a river of light that wound through the fabric of existence itself.
The first step was into Void World—empty, silent, yet humming with potential. It was a place where even the concept of matter felt foreign. Lui could sense that here, the rules of reality were not yet written, waiting for the first touch of existence to give them shape.
As he continued, Promised Lands appeared, radiant with unshakable hope. Oceans shimmered with colors he had no names for. Mountains floated without gravity, suspended in midair by some unseen force. Lui reached out and felt the pulse of life, subtle yet insistent, whispering promises of civilizations yet to be born.
Then came Hell and Heaven, twin extremes of experience. Heat and cold, light and shadow, joy and suffering—they flowed together like two halves of a single whole. Lui's heart raced, for in these worlds, even a thought could shape reality. One careless idea, and the balance could tip.
Time twisted as he stepped into Time World, where past, present, and future were no longer linear. Lui saw echoes of himself walking alongside him—different choices, different outcomes, all existing simultaneously. The sheer scale of it nearly overwhelmed him.
He climbed a floating ridge in Chaos World, where laws unraveled and reformed with every step. Gravity shifted. Colors screamed. Shapes defied geometry. Here, the First Silence's creation was raw, unfiltered, and wild—an unbound experiment in infinite possibility.
Amidst this, Lui glimpsed fragments of beings—The Great Spirits of Light and Darkness, Spirits Holy, Abyss, Underworld—their presence echoing through dimensions. They were both watchers and guides, each step of the First Silence rippling through them like a signal.
Lui realized that the Dreamroot was more than a world—it was a cosmic map, every realm connected, every possibility threaded into a pattern he was only beginning to see. The First Silence had not merely created; it had designed a labyrinth of infinite depth and wonder.
He paused on a platform that shimmered with countless parallel worlds. Some looked like dreamlands, others like entire omniverses folded into themselves. Books of Fictional Worlds floated in the void, each one containing its own reality, its own rules. The First Silence's step had woven them all together, a multiverse of boundless scope.
Lui clenched his fists. His journey was no longer about following Andreas or reaching Set Zero. It was about understanding this creation, learning its rules, surviving its challenges, and perhaps, one day, finding his place among the infinite realities.
And with that thought, he stepped forward again, into the next world, knowing that every movement brought him closer to the heart of everything the First Silence had ever walked into being.
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