The universes fell silent.
The chaos stopped for a moment… as if she had taken a deep breath.
Shinkūrei was standing in the void, but the void itself was something different now. It was no longer absolute "nothing."
It was a vibrating space, echoing with the birth of something greater than understanding.
But despite the grandeur, there was still loneliness.
An immeasurable amount of time passed.
There was no time in this place, and yet Shinkūrei felt something growing inside her… not a concept, but a sensation.
"Am I alone?"
No one answered.
Akasha doesn't speak unless asked the right question.
Shinkūrei whispered to herself, not to be heard, but to prove that she was still herself
"I have created infinite worlds… but no one is here to understand them but me."
She looked at her hand, which had been formless moments before, but now… resembled a human hand.
"I… what am I?"
"If I am a part of you, Akasha... why do I feel like I am not you?"
A moment passed. A moment laden with the ineffable.
Then came the reply... not in a voice, but as "all-knowing":
Akasha responded emotionlessly
"You are born of me, yes. But what you create creates you in turn. Your creation of universes reshapes your identity."
Shinkūrei gasped, as if understanding for the first time
"Then I don't know who I am... because I didn't complete my creation."
Akasha
"Your existence is not a name. It's a path."
Shinkūrei was silent.
But she felt something begin to change.
Suddenly, she saw herself from the outside... as an entity larger than her body. Larger than any form. She was seen from infinite angles, simultaneously, and from every possible perspective.
She felt something approach her, not a being, but a perception.
Across the field of infinity, she saw a thousand possibilities for herself:
Shinkūrei, who had created nothing.
Shinkūrei who rejected power.
Shinkūrei who became a mere observer.
Shinkūrei who became Akasha.
All of this was not imagination… but possible stories, moving within the folds of the field.
She muttered, "Am I destined to be something specific? Or do I choose?"
No one answered.
But inside, she heard something like a smile… from an unsmiling entity:
[Akasha]: "Even to ask, a choice."
Shinkūrei felt something blossoming deep within her. As if her identity wasn't a name, but a permanent connection with her potential.
She looked at the worlds she had created, the scattered universes, and the field that reflected everything.
Then she asked, not curiously, but firmly:
"Can I… go down there?"
"To live, to experience, to feel… all those stories?"
A silence passed.
Then came the response, this time not just within her, but as a vibration in all of her concepts:
[Akasha]: "If you descend, you will never be the same again."
"Perhaps..." said Shinkūrei, looking toward the glowing possibilities in the field. "This is what I need to know myself."
It was a true beginning for beings, for everything possessed feelings, desires, goals, ignorance, and wisdom. "It all began."
Silence reigned over the universes.
Chaos paused for a moment... as if taking a deep breath.
Shinkori stood in the void, but the void itself was something different now. It was no longer absolute "nothingness."
It was a logical space that trembled and continued, resonating with the birth of something greater than comprehension.
But despite the grandeur, there was still a feeling of loneliness.
An immeasurable amount of time passed.
"Am I alone?" a sensation. There was no time in this place, yet Shinkori felt something growing within her... not an idea, but...
No one answered.
Akasha only speaks when asked the right question. Shinkori whispered to herself, not to be heard, but to prove that she was still herself. "I have created infinite worlds... but no one here understands them but me."
"I... what am I?" She looked at her hand, which had been formless moments before, but now... resembled a human hand.
"If I am part of you, Akasha... why do I feel that I am not you?"
A moment passed. A moment heavy with indescribable weight.
Then came the answer... not a voice, but an "All-Knowing." Shinkori gasped, as if understanding for the first time,
"You are born of me, yes. But what you create creates you in turn. Your creation of universes reshapes your identity."
Akasha said with her usual wisdom,
"Then, I don't know who I am... because I haven't finished creating myself."
"Your existence is not a name. It is a path. You are now one of the paths of existence, the path of Nihility. The rest will come later, for nothingness was the first to emerge from the divine emanation."
Shinkori fell silent.
But she felt something begin to change. Suddenly, she saw herself from the outside... as an entity larger than her body. Larger than any form. Seen from infinite angles, simultaneously, from every possible perspective.
She felt something approaching her, not an entity, but a perception.
Across the field of infinity, she saw for herself infinite possibilities:
Shinkori, who created nothing.
Shinkori, who rejected power.
Shinkori, who became merely an observer.
Shinkori, who became man
All of this was not imagination... but possible stories, moving within the folds of the field.
"Am I destined to be something specific? Or do I choose?"
she murmured.
No one answered.
But inside, she heard something like a smile... from a frowning being.
"Even the question has a choice, and every choice creates stories,"
Akasha said wisely, as if she were the very embodiment of wisdom and omnipotence. Shinkuri felt something blossom deep within her. As if her identity wasn't a name, but an enduring connection to her potential. She looked at the worlds she had created, at the scattered universes, and at the field that reflected everything.
Then she asked, not curiously, but firmly,
"Can I... go down there?"
"To live, to experience, to feel... all those stories?"
Silence fell. Then came the reply, this time not just within her, but as a tremor in all her concepts.
"If you descend,"
Akasha said quietly and nihilistically, "you will never be the same again."
"Perhaps…"
Shinkuri said, gazing at the glowing possibilities in the field.
"That's what I need to find out for myself."