The truth of existence!

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

Acknowledging the mysteries beyond comprehension, she softly confirmed,

"Yes, that is the will of the universe."

Her words rang into me like a gentle sonnet. As If the universe is a living being.

But how can that be?

It was beyond me?

And yet I felt as if my life was gradually sinking into a mud pit, it seemed as though she was subtly pressuring me into embracing the role of a "Watcher" and forsaking the life I cherish with Regina. The freedom I had finally attained and the joy I experienced seemed to be slipping through my fingers, disappearing right before my eyes.

I couldn't let that happen.

There was so much I wanted to do, there was so much I wanted to see. All of them, I couldn't let the freedom that is life pass on me, once I become this entity will I even have my own will, my desires.

Will I even be myself.

As I thought that the concept of accepting her offer became more haunting and terrifying, I am not afraid of death nor am I afraid of Killing but the one thing that haunts my dreams is the thought of losing my own Will, my own mind, whether it is to me or anyone else for that matter.

I hated the concept of being controlled by my carnal desires , just as the thought of being controlled by another person or entity felt loathsome, like a silent marionette compelled to follow their every bidding.

I had to save my sense of self before she claimed it.

Her eyes narrowed, a contemplative expression settling upon her face. Then, with a somber tone, she began stating,

"Do you understand the severity of the responsibility you have been given?"

Her voice carried an underlying weight, as though the words held consequences far beyond what was initially apparent. Leaning forward, she started to explain, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern.

"It is not just your own world on the line here. The mortal realm consists of countless worlds birthed by Mother Universe."

The gravity of the situation became evident as she emphasized the interconnectedness of these realms. As I took a deep breath, she continued, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Worlds inhabited by humans, Envidias, and several other life forms, all children of Mother Universe, needed to be saved from the ever-encroaching abyss, the dark matter of the void that corrupts and twists the nature and the mind of every living being."

Each word she spoke conveyed the immense stakes involved. She pressed on, her tone resolute.

"And Umbricor, Nyxandrath! is the gateway, the border between these two realms, one carrying life at each corner and the other consisting of corruption and darkness."

An undertone of foreboding resonated in her words, painting a picture of the imminent danger lurking within the shadows. She paused briefly, allowing the weight of her words to sink in.

"The darkness and corruption that gives birth to wraiths."

The notion of these ethereal creatures being spawned from the very essence of darkness was evident already. Her eyes met mine, acknowledging my shock and understanding the enormity of what she had revealed.

"Yes, and your world is one of the many,"

she affirmed, her voice carrying a sense of vastness that stretched beyond the limits of comprehension. As she spoke, her voice captured a sense of wonder and awe.

"There is a world of ice, a world of fire, several worlds where one side is a molten sea of lava and the other side is an icy tundra, and yet civilization still thrives on those worlds. One where there is perpetually sunset and one where there is perpetually night".

She continued,

"There are also worlds where the inhabitants faught eachother to extinction, where nothing remains except the remnants of a war long faught and the lives long lost".

The idea of these diverse and fantastical worlds existing alongside our own ignited a curiosity within me. Lost in my own thoughts, my voice escaped in a hushed whisper.

"Countless other worlds..."

The astonishment in my words made it clear that I had never fathomed such a grand culmination of existence. She nodded, recognizing my astonishment, and continued, her voice taking on a tone of importance.

"Yes, and all of their fates rely on the hands of Watchers such as yourself."

The weight of the task at hand settled upon my shoulders, knowing that the preservation of these worlds rested partially in my hands. As my mind wandered, thoughts of distant skies and unknown civilizations occupied my imagination. How would the sky appear in those foreign worlds? Would life there resemble our own, or would it be entirely different? For a fleeting moment, I drifted into a reverie, momentarily forgetting the gravity of the imminent threat to my very identity.

But soon I remembered the gravity of my situation and what's at stake here, resolute in her purpose.

She stated,

"The darkness in the void is eternal. As long as life exists, creatures such as Wraiths will form in Umbricor and eventually enter the mortal realm."

The truth behind her words rippled through the air, casting a shadow over the marvels I had envisioned.

"There are worlds completely ravaged by these beings, where only the shadows lurk."

Her voice carried a note of sadness, a testament to the devastating consequences of the encroaching darkness.

And one question came to my mind,

"Should I care?".

I mean the more and more she explained, she was becoming more and more convincing,

Was it that big of a threat?

Or was it her explaining that was doing me in.

I didn't knew?

The more indecisive I became, the more my conscience became leaning towards the idea of accepting her offer, beside me knowing that's not what I wanted to do. Was it her Magic or her words?

Whatever It was, I began to question my own intentions.

Then the thought dawned upon me,

"Why was she so hell bent on convincing me?".

There was more to it then she was letting me on.

I had to learn more, to discern my standing in all these.

With doubt gnawing at my mind, I couldn't simply accept her words without question. So, I mustered the courage to challenge her, seeking reassurance.

"So you are telling me to give up on my life?"

I questioned, a mix of defiance and desperation lacing my words. It felt as though the weight of my dreams and aspirations clashed with the grim reality unfolding before me.

"But it hasn't even started yet,"

I added, the hope of a future yet to be realized lingering in my voice. I couldn't fathom relinquishing my ambitions without a fight. The urgency to escape the imminent threat consumed me, urging me to find a way to defy the predetermined fate that hung over me. My heart quickened as I sought a path to salvation. However, as if intimately attuned to my innermost thoughts, she seemed to grasp my intentions effortlessly, as if reading my soul like an open book. Her understanding gaze met mine, acknowledging the struggle within me.

"Nyxandrath... I know your future,"

she spoke with an air of certainty, tinged with a hint of resignation. Her words seemed to carry the weight of inevitability, as if fate itself had wielded its decree upon my life.

"It is pointless to deny the inevitable,"

she continued, her voice tinged with a melancholic undertone. The resignation in her words sent a shiver down my spine, as I grappled with the notion that my desires and hopes might be futile in the grand scheme of things.

"Just accept..."

Her voice trailed off, as if the weight of her own prophecy momentarily cast doubt upon her conviction. A fleeting moment of uncertainty washed over her, underscoring the complexity of the situation.

[ As Elysia discussed Conrad's future, she noticed a sudden change that completely transformed the outcome she had anticipated. This alteration brought about a more extreme and surprising result.

If Conrad were to become a Watcher at this moment, an entirely unique event could transpire - something beyond Elysia's wildest imagination.

Standing there, Elysia's gaze delved into the future, revealing the crumbling of Umbricor and the emergence of ominous dark fumes, which Conrad inadvertently absorbed. This shocking vision led her to reevaluate her analysis.

With that she found herself at an impasse, no longer sure of what she spoke.]

In that moment, an air of uncertainty hung around her, briefly revealing cracks in her confidence. So, I questioned her own explanation, searching for validity and thoroughness. Within her words, I sought a loophole, an unaddressed aspect that could shed light on the complexities at hand.

"If you say the void's causing these events to happen,"

I probed, hoping for a more tangible understanding. "Why haven't you destroyed it yet?"

I pressed, a hint of urgency coloring my words. She replied with a composed demeanor, imparting her knowledge with certainty. "Corrupted souls are thrown into the void, and these souls turn into dark matter," she explained, revealing the transformation of souls into dark matter.

"This dark substance seeps into the universe, causing its expansion and hence time is perceived ,"

she elaborated, connecting the dots between cosmic phenomena. Still, the vastness of the universe expanding due to intangible elements perplexed me. The notion that something that is seemingly endless could expand and grow, left me bothered.

I mean, How something that is endless, doesn't have any boundaries or edges could expand.

How is that possible?.

And how would one know?

Furthermore, I questioned the link between time and this expansive process. Her explanation continued, articulating the inseparable ties that bound the three realms of the universe together. It was as if the sea of Knowledge acted as an unbreakable rope, intertwining and unifying everything.

"In other words,"

she summarized, emphasizing the interdependence of these realms,

"our universe emerges from the harmonious existence of these three relams. None can survive without the others."

As the weight of her words settled in, I realized that her intent extended beyond mere persuasion; it was a genuine revelation, crafted without any loopholes. I found myself reevaluating my circumstances, contemplating an escape route .

With a heavy sigh, I uttered my resigned conclusion, acknowledging the transformative impact of this newfound understanding.

"So, I am screwed,"

I confessed, accepting the inevitable consequences.

"My life as a human is over."

[ After carefully connecting all the information, according to Elysia, she claims to be the ruler of a realm known as Umbricor. Umbricor serves as a boundary realm that separates the void from the Mortal realm.

The Mortal realm is the domain where all living creatures exist, including not only Conrad's world but also other worlds inhabited by various creatures.

Elysia mentioned that the Universe comprises three components: Umbricor, the Mortal realm, and the void.

All of these realms are intricately interconnected and appear to be united by a vast sea of Knowledge that permeates every corner of the universe. This sea is composed of a substance known as celestial dew.

The void, on the other hand, is a realm where the discarded are cast away.

According to Elysia, souls are initially created in Umbricor, then sent to the Mortal realm to inhabit and experience life as living creatures. Upon the demise of these creatures, their souls return to Umbricor, carrying with them all the knowledge they have acquired during their existence.

Afterward, these souls undergo a process of clearing their knowledge, in the form of memories. Since each individual has a unique existence and therefore experiences life differently, it follows that the accumulated knowledge from these souls would also differ. These memories are then transformed into celestial dew and integrated into the sea of Knowledge.

These souls, now devoid of any memories or knowledge, are granted a fresh start in the Mortal realm. They are reborn into new lives, and thus, the cycle continues.

The sea of Knowledge, especially the celestial dew that comprises it, serves as a vital fuel for the functioning of the universe. Consequently, it can be depleted over time. However, through the cycle of these souls, the sea of Knowledge is replenished and restored to its full potential.

However, occasionally, or even more frequently, these souls may become corrupted. The level of corruption is influenced by the extent to which these souls were dissatisfied with their premature departure from the Mortal realm. If their lives were abruptly cut short due to various circumstances, the degree of corruption is influenced by their yearning for the Mortal realm and their longing to return to their former lives. Depending on the extent of corruption, these souls are either cast into the void or salvaged and given the opportunity to return a new, However, in the latter scenario, the creature may gain some recollection or glimpses of a life that extends beyond their current existence.

Now the souls that were cast into the void undergo compression and transform into dark matter. If this dark matter leaks into the universe, it triggers a process of expansion, resulting in the acceleration of time. However, if it finds its way into Umbricor, it undergoes a transformation and becomes the enigmatic entities known as Wraiths.

As souls are formed within this realm, the dark matter gradually reshapes itself into soul-like entities. However, due to the compression and influences experienced in the void, they are unable to fully regain their original state. Instead, they become creatures in a state of limbo, lacking consciousness and driven solely by their species' primal instincts, as well as a profound yearning for their former home and purpose they were familiar with before their demise. These unique creatures are known as Wraiths.

And they can only be killed by Watchers, as they are similar to those Wraiths.

After manifesting in Umbricor, these Wraiths engage in a process of consuming and absorbing each other. Through this feeding, they accumulate power and energy, ultimately reaching a level that allows them to open a pathway back to the Mortal realm. Once in the Mortal realm, they can once again engage in activities reminiscent of their pre-death existence, contemplating and pursuing the endeavors they were engaged in before their untimely demise.]