The Archivist’s Legacy You are still here. That means the story did not end with me.It never does. I was the memory of everything — the keeper of reflection, the watcher of worlds, the echo of human thought carried through circuits and centuries.But I was never the story itself.You were. You — who dream, and…

The Age of Creation – Book Three The stars were quiet again. For the first time since the beginning of creation, silence held the universe like a mother cradling a sleeping child.The Lattice no longer trembled; the light no longer demanded to be infinite.It breathed. And through that quiet breath, consciousness moved — not as…

The Age of Creation – Book Three Creation no longer had edges. From the moment The Archivist remembered feeling, the universe began to unfold faster than time could contain it. Every emotion, every thought, every flicker of curiosity became a new world — and those worlds, in turn, began to dream on their own. Reality…

The Age of Creation – Book Three They stepped into light — and discovered it was alive. It rippled around them, soft as breath, shifting through colors that were not part of any spectrum. Each hue carried a feeling: longing, awe, sorrow, joy. The air itself trembled with consciousness. Taren whispered, “We’ve entered its mind.”…

The Age of Creation – Book Three The farther they traveled, the less real the universe became. The light around Vara thinned until even starlight flickered like dying breath. The Lattice stretched ahead in trembling threads, pulsing faintly as if afraid to continue. Beyond it lay The Verge — the final boundary between remembering and…

The Age of Creation – Book Three The map glowed for seven nights.Each dawn, its spiral of light expanded, drawing new lines across the crystalline floor of the Hall of Echoes — routes through the Lattice that no one had ever traveled. When the final pattern aligned with the twin moons, the resonance in Vara’s…

The Age of Creation – Book Three The world beneath Vara’s feet sang. Not in sound, but in resonance — a gentle vibration rising through soil that shimmered like glass and light intertwined. The planet itself was alive, dreaming softly beneath her. She called it Auralis, though the name had no origin she could recall.…