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TO BE HUMAN: THE BEGINNING OF THE END (인간답게 살기: 종말의 시작)

The infinite cosmos holds unimaginable secrets of wormholes, time travel, dimensions, and Realms. Two Realms locked in a war that has gone on longer than humans have existed in the dimensions beyond the third. The One Between struggles between the two wars as it faces unimaginable challenges in The Realm of No Light and as a human on Earth. A war in Earth's future where humans make allies and enemies with aliens for the goal of humanity's survival. Their mission is to find a solution to help end the future human war and The War against the Beings of No Light. The Vessel will allow them to understand what it means to be a human in Earth's past. They observe the planet and study its inhabitants throughout their evolutionary development. With its Mentor, it learns and witnesses the beauty and atrocities of Earth. It carries with it the burden of The Final Judgement. Meanwhile, in another dimension, they are faced with the Chaos in The Realm of No Light. In order to find peace among its brethren, they must live among the darkness and embrace the chaos through pain. The One Between makes a Pact with its brother The Lord of No Light, to learn secrets unspoken and find answers to questions unanswered for eons. Is there a God among all this chaos? During this painful journey, the Knowledge The One Between seeks may be the answer but, how much Knowledge can be gained without destroying one's mind? Will the chaos from The Realm of No Light and their brother, destroy their Light and evolve them into a monster they fear--a Being of Chaos? The One Between is willing to sacrifice everything, even its identity, to find what it's looking for and a solution to end the wars. Can humanity evolve from its own destruction? Is Knowledge worth one's sanity? What does it truly mean to be 'human'? The Final Judgement weighs on its conscience. 무한한 우주에는 웜홀, 시간 여행, 차원, 그리고 영역에 대한 상상할 수 없는 비밀이 담겨 있습니다. 인간보다 더 오래 지속된 전쟁에 갇힌 두 개의 영역은 세 번째 차원을 넘어 존재해 왔습니다. '하나의 사이'는 '빛이 없는 영역'과 지구상의 인간으로서 상상할 수 없는 도전에 직면하면서 두 전쟁 사이에서 고군분투합니다. 인간이 인류의 생존을 목표로 외계인과 동맹과 적을 만드는 지구의 미래 전쟁입니다. 이들의 임무는 미래의 인간 전쟁과 '빛이 없는 존재들과의 전쟁'을 종식시킬 수 있는 해결책을 찾는 것입니다. 이 배를 통해 지구의 과거에서 인간이 된다는 것이 무엇을 의미하는지 이해할 수 있습니다. 그들은 행성을 관찰하고 진화적으로 발전하는 동안 지구의 주민들을 연구합니다. 멘토와 함께 지구의 아름다움과 잔학 행위를 배우고 목격합니다. 최후의 심판이라는 짐을 안고 있습니다. 한편, 다른 차원에서 그들은 '빛 없는 영역'의 혼돈에 직면하게 됩니다. 형제들 사이에서 평화를 찾기 위해서는 어둠 속에서 살면서 고통을 통해 혼돈을 받아들여야 합니다. '사이'는 형인 '빛 없는 주'와 조약을 맺고 말로 하지 않은 비밀을 배우고 오랫동안 풀리지 않은 질문에 대한 답을 찾기 위해 노력합니다. 이 모든 혼돈 속에 신이 있을까요? 이 고통스러운 여정에서 '사이'가 추구하는 지식이 해답이 될 수 있지만, 마음을 파괴하지 않고도 얼마나 많은 지식을 얻을 수 있을까요? '빛 없는 영역'과 형의 혼돈은 그들의 빛을 파괴하고 그들이 두려워하는 괴물로 진화시킬까요? '혼돈의 존재'? '사이'는 자신이 찾고 있는 것과 전쟁을 끝내기 위한 해결책을 찾기 위해 모든 것, 심지어 정체성까지 희생할 의향이 있습니다. 인류는 자신의 파괴에서 진화할 수 있을까요? 지식은 제정신을 가질 가치가 있을까요? '인간'이 된다는 것은 진정으로 무엇을 의미할까요? 최종 판결은 그 양심에 무게를 둡니다.
GakMun · 16.3k Views

After definition — Unbeing

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.
NOVXELITE · 31.2k Views

Chronisoul

To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring into The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. Chronisoul is a story that pays off, only if you wait. (He doesn't look anything like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool.)
Crystopall · 102.4k Views

Hated, Chosen, Loved: Reborn in flames.

For Lorielle, life had always been cruel to her. From the moment she could remember, her world had been one of restriction, seclusion and any word used to convey someone being caged. She lived not as a person, but as something owned, controlled, traded and watched. Ever since she was born, her mother had always been in charge of what she wears, eats, drinks, says, and does in her whole life. Never was she asked what she wanted in life, as her dreams had been planned out, long before she was born. She was never meant to dream. Yet, beneath the silence and obedience forced upon her, Lorielle held onto one unyielding desire, to be free from every shackle that bound her. But freedom is never a simple mission. Hidden truths begin to surface, and Lorielle slowly realises that her captivity is not without reason. There are secrets tied to her existence, secrets powerful enough to threaten kingdoms and shake thrones. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous her world becomes. Then comes he. King Aldric, a pure blooded vampire. A man bound by duty, power. Aldric is the definition of cold, adamant, and feared, he stands on the opposite side of everything Lorielle has ever known. Where she longs for freedom and affection, he is chained by responsibility. Aldric hated Lorielle to the core. He swore he could kill her if he was afforded the opportunity to. There was no hate bigger than Aldric's hate towards Lorielle. Their paths were never meant to cross, but when they do, everything begins to unravel. In a world of power, betrayal, and unspoken desires, Lorielle must decide: Will she risk everything for the freedom she has always dreamed of, Or will she become a prisoner of something far more dangerous than chains… her own heart? Note: This novel is going to seem slow at first but as you dive deeper you will get to see the novel true potentials. Settings: This story is set in a Victorian era.
Blaqqfairy_XX · 2.4k Views