31st March 2050,
Eridu(Mesopotamia),Modern-day Iraq.
Founded around 5400 BCE, Eridu was considered the "first city" in Sumerian mythology, believed to be the home of the god Enki, who was the patron of water, knowledge, and magic.
Based on historical and archaeological records regarding early urban centers and mythological, magical traditions, the oldest city with a deep-rooted, documented history of magic, sorcery, and divine association is Eridu.
It was a hot, sunny day with the sun beating down intensely, creating a scorching, "merciless" heat.
"Finally, I have found it."
Allen spoke as he let out a sigh of relief when he saw the temple complex of Enki.
"As someone who loves myths, magic, sorcery, and history, Allen is a true enthusiast of the arcane."
"Stepping cautiously, Allen entered the temple through a jagged, broken entrance."
It's in shambles.....
"Entering the temple, Allen realized everything was ruined, degenerated by the passage of time."
"He began finding the texts left behind by the inhabitants of Eridu."
For years, Allen had been haunted by whispers of the Eridu Genesis, not merely as a myth, but as a tangible, lost chronicle of the world's first kingdom. His life's work was dedicated to finding this elusive, sacred book—the ultimate key to unlocking the true, hidden history of humanity's origin and the secrets of a civilization that vanished into the sands of time.
"it was called as:
[ World of the Beginning ].
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For hours, he searched every possible place for the texts.
Then at last....
"He located an unusual stone carved with ancient script, but rather than continuing to decipher it, he moved the artifact to reveal a hidden underground tunnel."
"Upon spotting the forgotten underground tunnel, a triumphant smile appeared on his face, signaling the end of his long search."
Allen took a deep breath and entered the dark tunnel, his bag heavy with books and delicate archaeological tools, ready to unearth the hidden history within.
As he entered the damp, narrow tunnel, the flickering light of his torch revealed a gallery of ancient drawings carved into the rock walls, vividly illustrating forgotten scenes of hunting, rituals, tree and daily life from a bygone era.
"Standing before it, Allen couldn't help but appreciate its breathtaking beauty and flawless perfection."
Time passed.....
With every step deeper, the air grew thick,as if the cave itself was exhaling a warning, its oppressive weight telling him to turn back before the darkness swallowed him whole.
"It was suffocating."
"After an agonizing hour of walking through the darkness, he finally saw a faint glimmer of light beckoning from the end of the tunnel."
"Drawn by a flickering, distant luminescence, he navigated the narrow tunnel until it opened unexpectedly into a silent, circular room."
Allen stepped inside the room.
"The moment he entered, the light started flickering, and the room began to shift, tearing itself apart to reform into a surreal, sharp-angled triangle around him."
"As he saw the situation unfolding before him, he said, "This is not going to end well."
Sigh...
''As Allen began to understand the shifting patterns within the room, a mysterious staff suddenly appeared in the center of a triangle on the floor, extending ethereal connectors to all three of its corners."
Allen was stunned into silence for a moment, and then...
"He approached the staff, pausing to observe it with a quiet intensity."
"The staff was crafted from a remarkably resilient wood, topped by three branches that fanned out toward the corners of the triangular room. As Allen leaned in to inspect them, he discovered a words delicately carved into each branch in ancient Greek."
Those words were.....
[ πῦρ - pŷr),(ὕδωρ - hýdōr),(γῆ - gê) ].
As he saw these words, Allen muttered unconsciously, "Fire, Water, Earth."
Indeed, as a soul deeply enchanted by the echoes of antiquity, Allen possesses the extraordinary gift of understanding every ancient language whispered throughout history.
"As the meaning of the triangular room became clear, Allen prepared the ritual fire. He struck a flame in the corner where the fire-element branch pointed, poured water into the hole marked by the water branch, and packed soil and stone into the final corner toward which the earth branch gestured."
As he completed the pattern, Allen thought to himself with a hint of anxiety, "Will it really work?"
Time passed and as allen was pondering to himself.
Boom!!....
A sudden explosion rocked the room, the sheer force of the blast throwing Allen backward until he collided heavily with the stone wall. Gasping for breath, he scrambled to his feet, his eyes widening at the chaotic scene before him.
At the far corners of the chamber, the raw essences of fire, water, and earth were no longer contained; instead, they surged inward like drawn magnets. He watched in awe and terror as the elements collided at the center of the staff, weaving together into a volatile core that had triggered the violent eruption.
"Damn, it hurts," Allen said, pushing himself to his feet—and then he saw it....
The staff exploded with the power of the three elements, the room shifted once again into its true circular form and in the center, a black and golden coloured book appeared, floating silently in the air.
Allen walked slowly toward the majestic book floating in the sky. It shone softly, moving gently as if the wind itself was holding it up. He felt both curious and nervous, but he gathered his courage and reached out his hand.
Soon as he touched the book, it stopped moving. Carefully, he took it in his hands and looked at the cover. When he read the title written on it..
He stood frozen, unable to believe his lifelong search was over. There it was: the book from his dreams, "World of the Beginning."
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"Allen was overjoyed, knowing his dream was finally about to be accomplished.
But the moment he opened the book, his face turned pale.
The book, which promised to reveal the absolute truth regarding the dawn of creation, was written in a cryptic, unknown tongue that defied all comprehension. Despite years spent mastering various ancient and forgotten languages, he found himself unable to decipher even a single word; it was as if the book had been transcribed by a hand not of this world.
His fingers flew as he turned back page after page, his eyes searching frantically for the one clue that would make sense of it all.
Finally...
As Allen turned the fragile pages of the book, he discovered a tucked-away slip of paper inscribed with poetic letters in Ancient Greek; it was a cryptic script that seemed to command a specific, solemn order.
It was like this...
"To those who grasp the Otherworld's deep design,
And trace the Genesis to find the end,
Heed not the ink upon this cryptic line—
Nor fear the dust to which all paths descend.
For he who reads the Beginning in the seed,
Shall watch the Ending bloom and bow to need."
"Because it is End to Beginning."
Allen quickly understand the meaning behind the poem as it says.
In a world governed by ancient and immutable laws, a master of the cosmic arts gazes into the heart of a single seed, seeing within its tiny shell the inevitable collapse of entire kingdoms and the final fading of the stars. To this enlightened observer, the cryptic warnings of men and the looming shadow of death are mere distractions, for they understand that the end was written into the "Beginning" at the very moment of creation. Like a flower that must eventually wither to feed the earth, the "Ending" is not a tragedy to be feared, but a beautiful and necessary blooming of fate that satisfies the universe's hunger for balance.
As Allen finished absorbing the meaning behind the poem, he stared intently at the book and quickly asked, "Then where does the beginning start and the ending end?"
To his response...
The book suddenly began to glow in his hands, then shattered into a thousands of tiny golden stars that swirled upward, completely enveloping Allen's body.
"A wave of terror surged through Allen as he realized he was paralyzed; meanwhile, those tiny, celestial glints were burrowing deep into his soul, devouring his spirit until the world around him began to fade into a hollow, mindless void."
As Allen's consciousness began to slip away, a voice cut through the fading light—neither distinctly male nor female, yet vibrating with a weight that felt absolute and imposing.
It said...
"You, who are so curious of the beginning and the end," the voice resonate, "I shall grant you both: a new beginning, and a new end."
Upon hearing those final words, Allen's consciousness and soul dissolved into nothingness, and the golden stardust that once surrounded him also vanished into the void.
"At that moment, as his consciousness faded, Allen realized his true story had only just begun; As,he was to be "Reincarnated into the World of Beginning."