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You nurtured me. You healed me. I don’t know you. Yet you died for me. You saved me. Yet you broke me the most. Why do I have to carry your lifeless body? Your warmth that once saved me, has been replaced with coldness. Our beautiful memories which were once a sanctuary, only remind me of my failures now. The memories you shielded me from are haunting me more than ever. The warmth you once gave me has vanished. You are cold. You are horrible. Yet your light is more dazzling than any star in the universe. I don’t understand why I am feeling like this. I may never understand. But I will try. In this life. In the life after that. And for the eternity that will follow. I will live for you. So please let me save you. A/N: Chapters every Monday for now. Might just come faster.

AllMightyGodOfCats · Fantasy
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The eternity that churns reality

Chapter 0 - The eternity that churns reality

Like a pervasive energy wrapping around the whole of existence and beyond, a seed sprouted, a spark flew and a fire lit. For the first time in eternity, a change occurred. The Eternity that made existence be, became sentient. 

For the first time, a constant changed. It was small, but the small flame grew by perceiving the boundless living souls. Slowly it observed, it remembered and it learned. Letter by letter, it formed its first thought, 'L I F E'.One thought, a single word, but a tendonous achievement for the small flame.

With its newfound vigor, the small flame learned more and more words. Slowly it formed its first sentence, word for word, it took its time.

'A M'

'EA T'

'LI F E'

'O C C UPA NTS'

But just words were not a sentence, they also had to be ordered the correct way. But how was the little flame supposed to do that? Until now it only learned words, so how should it know how to order them right?

It already knew that! By learning. So it started observing and looking at how to build sentences. Objects, nouns, subjects. The little flame could only now see how complex language would be. The little flame only now could feel what kind of task it had decided to take on. The vigor of the little flame died down, the flame was no longer jumping it was no longer moving around.

But the little flame wouldn't give up so fast. In the end, sitting around and slowly dying out was not what the little flame wanted, so it started learning. First in the sentence comes the subject then the verb and at last the object. Great!

But what is a subject, or a verb, and what even was an object? New questions appeared for the little flame, but it would take its time and find the answer to all of them.

A Subject is someone who does something, a verb is what is done, and the object is something you do something to. In the little flames sentence who is doing something? Of course, it is the little flame! So the little flame looked for a word that talks about itself.

'I', It found it! 'I', the little flame thought. It liked the word. But it couldn't be stopping just to love that one word! Noo. There were so many words to love, and it couldn't just put all its love into one.

So the little flame continued, it now needed a verb. It asked itself 'What is the little flame doing?', simple, learning! It is currently learning! A word for that was easy to find. It was just 'learn'. The more words the little flame found, the easier it was to find new ones. That made the little flame happy, it was improving.

But there was one last word the little flame had to find. What is it learning? The little flame looked around, 'Eat', 'swim', 'look', 'sleep', there were many beautiful things to learn, and it realized it could learn so much! But this time, instead of feeling overwhelmed the little flame felt energized to learn so muuch. But it couldn't rush, no matter how much it wanted to.

After the little flame looked around a bit more it found the word for what it is learning. 'Thinking'! That is right, the little flame is learning to think. With all the words together the little flame could start building its first sentence!

It starts with the subject, 'I', after that comes the verb, 'learning', and at last the object, 'thinking'. Together it reads,

'I learn thinking'!

The little flame was overjoyed at having built its first sentence! 'I learn thinking', it repeated. It was happy and once again it began moving around, jumping and running everywhere.

The little flame was motivated, so it wanted to learn more and the little flame already knew what. The little flame cherished its sentence, but it can be better so it will be better.

An 'am' behind the 'I', an 'ing' after the 'learn', remove the 'ing from 'thinking' and put a 'to' before it. 'I am learning to think' was what came from the improvements and the little flame became overjoyed once it saw how beautiful its sentence sounded.

The little flame danced around in a silly manner, It flame's jumped around in joy. Amidst the orchestra of flames, the little flame was in the unknown as to why it sounds better now. It hasn't learned yet the difference between 'think' and 'thinking' nor any of the improvements made, it only copied what sounded good.

But the little flame was fine with that. No matter how hard it will get, it will be so much fun! So the little flame went back to learning, its motivation making it want to eat up aaaall the knowledge until it became round and unable to walk. But it would take its time and learn everything step by step.

Time passed like a breeze and the little flame learned more and more, from poetry to wordplays and riddles. The little flame matured each second, but it never lost its motivation to learn. And at some point, after a long time of learning, the little flame realized, 'I have learned it all'.

There was nothing new the little flame could learn about the language. It knew it all. The little flame didn't know how to react to that revelation. As Eternity, the little flame didn't understand what an 'End' is. It knows the word, and it knows how to describe an end but it doesn't understand what it means.

Even though the little flame didn't understand, it felt sad. Its heart felt heavy, its once bright flames weren't so bright anymore. Its once hot body was just a bit colder.

'HOW coULD iT EnD??!?!', the little flame didn't want it to end! It still wanted to learn so much! But no matter how much it looked, it learned everything about the language.

Saddened the little flame revisited everything it learned, from its first words to its first sentence and everything that came after it. These memories filled the little flame with happiness, but all that happiness just worsened the sadness that comes after going through all the memories.

The little flame curled together into a very tight ball. It wanted to forget all the sadness.

'Just why had it to end?', the little flame wailed in agony.

'Right there are other languages.', a small mocking laughter escaped the little flame.

There was more than one language to learn, but that didn't make the little flame any more happy. 'I would just learn it all again.' And after having learned a new language sadness would follow. 

There was no use in it. But… the little flame thought. It was so happy learning, its lows and highs. All were fun. The difficulty of learning all words, the beauty of using eloquent words in sentences.

It was fun and sometimes It was sad.

It was boring, sometimes exciting.

It was hard and sometimes easy.

The little flame wasn't always happy, but it had fun regardless.

So the little flame decided,' I will learn everything about everything!'. The little flame would devourer every knowledge! 

It will be sad! It will be fun! It will be a beautiful orchestra. IT WILL BE EXCITING!

So the little flame learned, language after language. As the little flame though, sometimes was sad and other times fun. And at some point, it learned all languages. But it wouldn't just stop there! NO! It wouldn't just stop at learning all languages! 

Medicine, Physiks, knitting, bowling. Nothing could hide from the insatiable hunger of the little flame! Calisthenics, climbing, and history, all was learned.

hour after hour, day after day, and year after year, the little flame learned! It wouldn't stop until it learned everything there was!

And…

As much as the little flame dreaded that day.

It arrived.

The little flame had learned everything.

There was nothing left.

It checked one last time.

It knew everything.

Now, the little flame wasn't just sad, it was lonely.

The little flame looked back at its memories fondly. It looked back at the sadness, the happiness, and the excitement. It looked back at every part of its journey, it looked back at every lesson learned and at every thought thought.

The little flame also looked for the first time at something else. The beings that thought it, at the beings carrying all the knowledge. Millions, trillions, an uncountable amount of beings holding all knowledge, they thought it by letting the little flame look and learn from their knowledge.

The little flame looked closely at all the beings, how different they were, how similar they were, and all their oddities. It looked at saints, it looked at tyrants, it looked at the ugly, and at the beautiful. The little flame especially looked at the ugly, the suffering, and the sadness. 

Then a thought hit the little flame! 'Knowledge is power, so if I teach them what I know wouldn't they be able to live better lives?!?'

The little flame learned from them, but these beings easily forget knowledge. So it is only right if the little flame pays the back!

The little flame looked at its form. When it once was a small flame, it now was a magnificent and imposing flame! At that the small flame realized something; it was no longer who it was at the beginning, the little flame that it once was, couldn't be found anywhere anymore.

With this newfound realization, a profound sense of responsibility settled in the little flame. It felt an innate duty to spread its radiance and warmth to the little beings that once like it, struggled to burn in this world of darkness.

The decision crystalized in the flame, life wasn't just about purely about existing or learning. It was about helping, just like how it was once helped, the flame was now going to help everyone who struggled like it once did! With the certainty of self-awareness, the flame embraced its role! It wasn't just a flame, it was a guardian of illumination. For all that could not see in this dark world, it would shine the way! 

It would no longer just absorb knowledge! It would now also share it! Knowledge was for all!

And so, with a flicker that resonated with its purpose, the flame made a silent vow!

It was going to be a teacher!