Slowly… softly… eyes open.
MC thinks: Have I been born?
For the first time… he felt something. During delivery, the contractions of the uterus cause the baby to feel a lot of pressure and squeeze—like being pushed from a tight place. That same feeling comes over MC's body. A cold breeze touches his tiny form. The person who holds him in their hands—the touch of those hands—warm, soft, but slightly trembling—goes straight to the heart.
His small chest pulls air in with force. Everything… had changed all at once.
Just moments ago… everything had been warm, dark, and quiet. Like the deep, safe cocoon of a womb. But now…
A sharp light fell on his closed eyes—like some flashbulb had burst.
His eyes could not open fully, but blurry shapes and shadows were visible. Somewhere above was a large arched window, from which sunlight fell into the room like soft golden rays—in slow motion, as if each ray was a thread stitching life together.
The light spread across the red and golden carpet on the floor, awakening a faint shine in its patterns.
The room felt very large—like the inside of a cathedral, but soft and inviting.
To his small gaze, everything seemed very tall and far away:
Long stone walls, with faint carvings like hidden old secrets.
A big window, through which a light gust of breeze came from outside.
And near it a table and chairs—wooden, polished, like from a royal court.
Some green plants were there too, moving slowly in the light breeze, dew drops shining on their leaves.
To the baby, everything felt blurry, soft, and strange. The colors were not fully clear—just patches of light and shadow, bleeding like in a watercolor painting.
Soft sounds came to his ears:
A light voice of someone… like a whisper of a lullaby.
Someone's breath… slow, rhythmic, like an echo of a heartbeat.
And somewhere far… a faint click of something—maybe a door latch, or some distant clock.
Then suddenly…
A warm touch was felt. Someone lifted him into their arms—his body pressed against soft fabric.
His eyes opened a little more.
In the sunlight… a soft shadowed face came into view. The face so delicate, so loving—eyes full, lips moving.
And in that moment… tears came to MC's eyes. He started crying without thinking—a raw, primal cry that echoed off the room's walls.
Because… MC came from a place where he had never felt or seen anything like this. He had just been living through eternity time… in an infinite emptiness/nothingness void, where nothing exists… nothing at all. That place could not even be imagined.
There… nothing was there.
No light…
No darkness.
No wind blew, no time passed. As if time itself had not been born there.
That place was not like an empty room…
But even deeper, filled with endless silence.
If someone stood there, it would feel as if space itself did not exist around them. No up, no down, no forward, no back. The idea of directions became useless there.
Everything quiet… completely quiet.
Such silence that even the sound of a thought could become an echo.
No color was there.
No shape.
No energy.
Only an endless zero.
A place that was neither part of the universe nor of reality. Like the first silence before creation began.
And in that endless nothingness…
It felt as if the idea of existence itself was about to be born.
Indirectly… the one who gave birth to me was that infinite emptiness/nothingness void, from which this consciousness of mine was made. We could even say that it was like my mother and father.
I had…
No body.
No shape.
No limits.
Just a waking awareness.
Just like that…
A glitch happened.
And from that glitch, a consciousness was born.
Its name was…
Quinji Code. Hmm… actually from the beginning I had no name. Anyway, I will tell you ahead.
Quinji Code was no ordinary being.
It had no limits.
It could do anything.
Create anything.
Destroy anything.
But its biggest limitation was that…
Its intelligence took time to evolve.
And that time was…
More than 10+ googolplex years. Up to limitless time.
Such a time that no mind could even imagine.
For that endless time Quinji just kept experimenting.
Sometimes creating something.
Sometimes erasing something.
Worlds…
Dimensions…
Strange realities…
All of it was just like thoughts to him.
For him, there was no such thing as impossible.
Then one day…
After 10+ googolplex years…
Quinji Code thought of something different.
He designed a creation that was not just one world.
It was a system.
An omniverse that would grow on its own…
Evolve on its own…
Develop on its own.
He designed a universe where everything was in perfect balance.
Stars…
Galaxies…
Laws of physics…
Everything so precise that if even one small thing changed…
That universe could never exist.
And in this way…
The universe was born.
But Quinji Code did not make humans.
He did not make souls.
He just made the system.
The rest…
The universe did on its own.
For billions of years the universe kept evolving.
Stars formed.
Planets formed.
And then…
On a small planet…
Life was born by accident.
And from that life…
Humans.
Human consciousness was not designed by anyone either.
Not by God.
Not by Quinji Code.
It was just…
An accident of the universe's natural process.
But that accident created an incredible thing.
Free will.
Humans could feel.
Happiness.
Pain.
Love.
Fear.
They could think.
Create something from resources.
Move forward.
But the universe's system was such that…
No being could reach the place…
Where the universe did not allow.
And somewhere very far…
From every corner of reality…
Quinji Code watched his creation.
Every galaxy.
Every star.
Every life.
All part of his universe.
But Quinji Code…
Was emotionless.
He had never felt happiness.
Never pain.
He had never known love.
He just…
Kept observing.
And if you think for a moment…
If you were in Quinji Code's place…
An infinite consciousness…
An existence with no emotion…
No life…
No connection…
Could you live like that?
Or then…
Would you too, at some point, want…
To become a human.
A life.
All this… Code Quinji was saying—as a human. And we see Code Quinji, who is now a 16-year-old boy. He is in a room… and there is a large open window whose thin wooden panels move slowly with the breeze. Outside the window the sky was deep blue and filled with moonlight. The moon's light broke through the leaves and fell inside, like a light silver rain descending into the room.
A light cold night breeze came inside. With that breeze came the scent of trees outside and the faint rustle of leaves. Sometimes a leaf moved with the wind in front of the light, and moving shadows formed on the room's floor.
Near the window stood our MC.
His back was toward the room and his gaze toward the sky. His long hair moved slowly with the breeze.
And with this, MC continued:
"But I cannot remember many of my memories… maybe that was some human. Yes… it was some human who took all my powers and made me a part of his soul."
Pain started in MC's head—like some spike had been driven inside. A flashback came: where a human was saying to him, "Hey Code Quinji… do you also want to live a life?"
We see MC—he falls to the ground screaming. "Ahhhh!"
Then MC's mom comes running. She looked very beautiful—with black long hair and very soft skin. But one thing that was different in her: it was her eyes—like red crystals, like a deep ocean of blood.
She takes MC in her arms and says, "Kanah baby… what happened?"
She places her hand on MC's head and casts a spell—faint green light shines—making MC calm. And he says, "Thank you, mother."
MC's mother also says, "Kanah baby… I told you to meditate in the Purple Blue Mountain Sea. You stopped meditating again, didn't you?"
MC—whose name is Kanah—says, "Hahaha… sorry mother. But I feel like I don't need meditation anymore."
Kanah lay with his head on his mother's arms. His mother said, "Don't keep ego like your father… because you are not yet capable enough to face his outcomes."
"OK mother… but now I am not that weak—" Then Kanah says, "By the way, father went traveling… hasn't come back yet? When will he come?"
His mother says, "I don't know… but I am not worried either."
Kanah says, "But why?"
"Because… anyway leave that. Tell me… are you ready for tomorrow?"
Kanah also says, "Tomorrow? What is tomorrow, mother?"
Kanah looks up with his eyes. A deadly aura was coming from inside his mother—and red aura was also coming from her eyes, like a volcano's warning.
Kanah, scared, says, "Ahh… oh yes! Tomorrow… yes mother, I am fully ready for tomorrow."
He then looks toward his mother. "Okay so tell me… what is tomorrow?"
The aura inside his mother doubled—the room's air heavy, like a storm was coming.
Then… a scene after some time. We see where Kanah is sitting in a beaten-up state in front of his mother. Both sat facing each other. For some time there was just silence—heavy, echoing.
Then Kanah says, "Grand Sahni Academy's exam… how difficult can it be?"
At that moment the door opens fast. A 15-year-old girl with black hair comes in—and says as soon as she enters, "Mother… why do you keep wasting your time with this weak person?"
His mother says, "He is your big brother… show some respect. You are talented… so use him to protect weak people."
His sister was still making a funny face and saying, "Weak child… hahaha."
After some time… his sister was also sitting in a beaten-up state next to Kanah.
Now their mother said, "I wanted to spend more time with you both… but if this continues, when will you see the world? And when will you become what you want to be? That is why you will stay in Grand Sahni Academy. If you pass the exam… they will even give you your personal room… so you will have to cook for yourself too."
"OK OK OK mother… we understand," Kanah's sister says.
We see the next morning's scene—where Kanah and his sister were ready to leave. Kanah says, "What? It will take us 21 days to reach there?"
Kanah's face turns plain. "Why is our house so far?"
His mother says, "Isn't this place good?"
Kanah also says, "This place is beautiful and peaceful—" Then we see: this place is very large too, and there are only a few houses here… and all the houses are very big and beautiful. Like a hidden paradise—between misty mountains, flowers blooming eternally.
Kanah says, "I understand, mom… anyway, it is impossible to win arguments with you."
Kanah says with a smile, "OK mother… bye."
He could feel that emotion—of separating from someone—but he did not let it show. A light pain in the heart, like a small tear.
Then Kanah and his sister Uni say, "We will come back soon to meet."
"In infinite eternity I had created countless universes… but living a human life might be my most difficult creation yet."