The stars stretched endlessly across the void, countless galaxies burning like scattered embers in the darkness.
Inside a sleek silver ship, a young man with white hair and piercing blue eyes gazed at the cosmos with quiet intensity.
He looked no older than seventeen, yet his soul carried the weight of more than two thousand years.
This was Krish.
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"Master," a calm, feminine voice echoed through the ship, "today I have collected data on 889 black holes. Most are in the Kardiya Galaxy. The others are scattered anomalies."
It was R.C., his AI companion, designed with intelligence so advanced it rivaled human thought.
Krish leaned back in his seat, sighing softly. "We'll review the data later. For now… prepare me a cheese burst volcano."
"Yes, Master," R.C. replied obediently, already initiating the automated kitchen systems.
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Krish closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting into the past. Why am I still alive?
It wasn't his silver-white hair or his glowing blue eyes that made him different.
It was the powers he possessed — the ability to control the elements of nature: fire, water, wind, thunder, earth, plants, light, and even darkness itself. He could feel something greater slumbering within — the raw force of time and space, waiting to awaken.
And above all, he bore a curse.
He had lived through centuries of wars, plagues, and the rise and fall of civilizations.
Yet his body never aged. His soul never withered. Tomorrow would mark his 2001st birthday.
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"I've lived like this for so long," he whispered to himself. "But why? What am I?"
He remembered the day it all began — November 25, 2005.
A rift had opened in the skies above Earth, a jagged wound in space itself. From it, a blinding light descended, striking the world.
People thought it was the end of days, yet the Earth survived untouched. Scientists studied it, religions preached about it, and legends were born.
But Krish knew the truth — he was connected to that light.
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Since then, he had searched across stars and galaxies, hoping for answers.
He built his ship, forged R.C., and abandoned the world that could never understand him.
Yet, despite his journeys, the truth remained hidden.
As the stars shimmered outside the ship's window, Krish whispered, "Somewhere out there… the answer is waiting. And I'll find it, no matter how long it takes."
The void remained silent, but destiny had already begun to stir.
For Krish's journey to the Origin was about to begin.
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