Chapter 2: The Discovery

As the silhouette open its fiery white eyes, he was floating in the void right afar before the cosmic web, as he observed it beyond, the cosmic web seems to resemble like a sophisticated crevice with each of its web seems to intertwined with each other, creating an image like a neuron.

The silhouette wants to go near to the cosmic web but upon knowing that he is still floating in the void, he seems to getting farther away from his objective, he starts to do any means of actions to gradually increase his reach, he begins to do a comical frog swimming stroke, but his position from the void still remains the same, he wriggles his arms in a cycle but yet remains the same.

Within this disheartening stillness, a novel sensation emerged—a frustration that marked his first encounter with the distant cosmic web. This enigma kindled curiosity within him, a potent force that he allowed to envelop his being. Engaging in a self-guided exploration of this emotion, he sought to understand its contours and nuances. As this introspective journey drew to a close, tranquility returned, settling upon him like a calm breeze.

However, his tranquil musings were interrupted by a resounding boredom that echoed through the emptiness. Having floated without end, he contemplated his next course of action. Amidst the expanse's eternal monotony, he pondered how to relinquish the weight of ennui that had tethered itself to him.

Glimpsing again from the position of the small speck of cosmic web, which no longer can be seen the silhouette panic as this is also the first time he felt, he grew even more anxious as he delve to this kind of emotion, without such thought he clench his hand due to the emotion of turbulent he experiencing right now.

Unbeknownst to him, his tightening grip triggered a radiant white glow that enveloped him entirely. This luminous aura, as pristine as a blank canvas, emanated from his hand, permeating his being by less than a centimeter. What set it apart and heightened its enigma was its unique border. Taken aback by this sudden surge of mysterious energy enveloping him, he instinctively released his grip, opting to inspect his palm for closer examination.

Wherever the white aura extended, touched, or seeped, it distorted the surrounding void, introducing an anomalous disruption to the pre-existing darkness. However, as the aura shifted, the disrupted area gradually returned to its original state, as if a cosmic mending force mended the rifts.

While the silhouette observed this newfound extension, he realized he had halted his floating motion. Leaning over the void's edge, he assessed a 10-inch progress from his previous position, comparing it with his current spot.

His escape from his predicament filled him with joy, a jubilant emotion that enveloped him. As he celebrated this mysterious ability, he set his sights on locating the cosmic web once more.

He flew through the void, flying in all directions, time slipping away. Despite this newfound freedom, his patience dwindled. Unbeknownst to him, his speed surpassed light's pace, creating fleeting cracks that soon sealed.

After diligent searching, he glimpsed the cosmic web's light above from below. Delight surged within him. Without hesitation, he surged toward it, slowing as he neared the central radiant, interwoven expanse. he stopped and finally get to glimpse the beauty of the cosmic web.

Stretching about 10 meters high within the void's arm's reach, the cosmic web resembled a bonsai tree, adorned with swirling lines of light and flowing bubbling particles inside of it—a network of cosmic arteries. every bubble of light flows like the tides of a river creating an illusion that resembles of an aurora Borealis. The silhouette marveled for an hour.

Approaching the web, he observed the colorful discs within the flowing bubbles. Reaching out, he brushed its surface from the cosmic web. Tremors followed his touch, subsiding in minutes. He pressed further, realizing his hand could enter the web.

For the first time, a foreign sensation enveloped him as he explored the web's interior. A compressed energy made maneuvering uneasy—a blend of water and dampness.

He paused, gazing at the bubbles with their varying discs, running his palm across the web's surface, somehow upon near on his physical touch; the bubbles seemed sentient enough to avoid the hand, like an obstacle that needed to be slid and jump through. immersed in the novel experience. These bubbles ranged from pearl-sized to tennis-ball proportions.

Among many, he finally chose one, fitting his hand perfectly. When he tried to grasped it, the bubble seemed to not resist and upon to settle in his hands. instead it absorbed him into its core, light soon shone bright from the darkness of the void. reminiscent of his earlier experience in the white void. Annoyance turned to acceptance, as he allowed the bubble to transport and siphoning him in. As it concluded its task, the bubble returned to its fluid motion in the cosmic web once more, filling the void with silence once more.