In a land long forgotten by history and the records of mankind, there lived a scholar named Arsh. He was a researcher who sought not only the truths of the world but also the essence of reality itself. His days were filled with studying ancient manuscripts, translating foreign symbols, and weaving cosmological theories from the scattered fragments of forgotten knowledge.
One seemingly ordinary morning, Arsh discovered a hidden corridor beneath the ruins of an ancient temple. At the end of the corridor lay a vast, dark library. The air within felt as though it had been still for thousands of years. Leather-bound books, manuscripts inked in faintly glowing script, and scrolls wrapped in the fabric of time itself filled the wooden shelves surrounding the room.
At the heart of the library, he found a book without a title, sealed with a symbol that even his vast knowledge could not interpret. When he touched it, a vision came over him: forms that defied human logic, colors no mortal eye had ever seen, and at the center—a masterpiece, something too perfect to define. Arsh felt his soul being drawn into it, but he pulled back.
Fearing it would be discovered and stolen, Arsh hid the book behind a secret shelf, then returned to his home and attempted to resume his daily routine as if nothing had happened. But the peace did not last long.
When night fell, Arsh opened the holy book he usually read. But this time… something was wrong. The verses within began to vanish one by one. The letters faded, as if they had never been written.
"What is happening? Why are the verses disappearing?" Arsh muttered in a panicked voice.
Suddenly, from outside his home, chaos erupted. Screams, cries, wails, and the pounding footsteps of people fleeing from something they could not fight. He ran outside and saw the sun rising from the west. The sky split open with the blast of a trumpet that shook his bones. The oceans boiled, the earth cracked, and the wind carried fragments of fire.
Arsh stood frozen. The end of the world had come.
"So this is the Day of Judgment? How terrifying it is…" he whispered softly.
He remembered the book he had hidden. "I haven't even had the chance to read its contents…"
As disasters struck one after another—earthquakes, tsunamis, lightning storms from the heavens—Arsh realized his time in the mortal world was coming to an end.
"I still wanted to learn even higher knowledge… But the end has come, and perhaps mankind was never meant to reach it…"
Those were the final words of the scholar.
Suddenly, a great explosion struck the Earth, and the world folded and burned like a scroll of paper.
But something happened.
As his body was obliterated, Arsh's soul did not perish. Instead, it began to rise from the ruins of reality. His consciousness no longer existed within space or time, but drifted within something far vaster than emptiness: the Era of Infinite Void.
In that realm, there was no color, no shape, no sound—only vibration and profound silence. Yet within that silence, a voice was heard—soft yet majestic, not from outside, but resonating directly in the core of his soul:
"I have granted your prayer. Your desire to study the higher knowledge of the world… now your journey will be longer, Arsh."
The voice faded, like an echo in an endless space.
"Who are you? And what is your name?" asked Arsh, but there was no answer.
Then, from the void, a small light appeared—not a physical light, but the light of knowledge. It transformed into a book that floated before Arsh. Within it was Revelation. This book was the key. Whenever he encountered an entity or phenomenon in this realm, the book would reveal information about it.
Arsh began to explore the Era of Infinite Void. Around him appeared tiny sparks like dancing particles of light in the emptiness. The book reacted.
"Quark," it whispered.
Quark was the most fundamental form of all things. Not merely a physical particle, but a pure metaphysical substance that contained the total potential of existence. In Platonic metaphysical philosophy, the Quark was the ideal form of all ideas: fire, beauty, time, will—even emptiness itself.
Quark was not born of anything. It existed before time, before dimensions, before cause and effect. It was the first vibration, the cosmic intent that wove reality.
Quark composed all fundamental particles. It formed the foundation of all realms and layers: from the Lower Layers such as the Void and Level Space, to the Middle Layers like the Realms of Life and the Realms of Cyber, and up to the Highest and Upper Layers, sacred and magnificent.
Yet Quark was not still. It flowed through a greater system. It traversed metaphysical networks known as the Echoes:
Through the Echo of Divinity, Quark spread meaning and spiritual consciousness.
Through the Echo of Energy, it flowed as the vital force that breathed life into everything.
Through Synergy, Quark shaped dualities and united opposites into harmony.
Quark could not be contained by any boundary. Even the Barrier of Code could only filter it, not halt it. Quark passed through all things, and when concentrated, it transformed into Atom.
Atom was the concrete form of Quark. It was the existential shell carrying the cosmic blueprint. Through the System of Codex, atoms were arranged in perfect harmony, forming the laws of reality, the structure of dimensions, and the networks of consciousness.
Atom then became part of:
The Echo of Dream, when it touched thought and imagination.
The Echo of Energy, becoming spiritual forces such as chi, tao, and mana.
The Realms of Life, where it became the body, memory, and will.
The Realms of Dream, where the atom danced with subconscious desire.
Atom was also the medium of Resonance within Synergy—uniting light and darkness, good and evil, yin and yang. It was the instrument of a higher metaphysical will.
And yet, even the Atom yearned to return. Within it lay a longing to go home—to burst once more into Quark and begin the Cycle of Genesis anew.
Before all of this, Arsh could only remain silent. He was no longer an ordinary man. He was a consciousness exploring the foundations of reality, a reader of the deepest structures of existence, and a guardian of a Revelation yet to be fully written.
And his journey had only just begun.