In a city of lights, noise and artificiality,where people chase the golden light, a boy walked alone,unseen by the world.
Aarav.
A teenage boy, drifting through the bustling streets like a ghost.A schoolbag slung lazily over one shoulder, headphones clinging to his ears.His eyes stared ahead but looked through everything.
"people are chasing fame, wealth, recognition, comfort.But is it all ? In a universe this vast,can we really believe we're the only beings "
His thoughts were like deep ripples across still water—quiet, but never ending.
After a little walk reaches a serene grassfield , that is not yet noticed by the town.
He removed his headphones. The rustling of the leaves whispered around him. For the first time all day, he felt he could breathe.
The breeze was cool. It tousled his hair. He lay beneath a tall tree, folding his hands behind his head, staring up at a sky full of silent stars.
"People chase achievements and applause,but they forget to wait for a moment and just breath."
He sighed softly. Not in bitterness—just in quiet knowing.
Aarav did not hate the world,he just believes that if there is a boundary it can be crossed,he had broken his-mind, body, soul,in solitude.
But there is still an inner hollow, like he is finding something but,what? He can't term.
Then a streak of light pierced through the sky,a shooting star.
Aarav never believed in wishes.
But for a moment, he remembered something—a faint memory of his mother's voice, telling him once, with a warm laugh, "Wish upon a shooting star, and maybe the universe will listen."
And instinctively stretched out one of his hand, like trying to reach the sky.
And softly, almost like he didn't expect an answer, he whispered:
"I wish... to transcend every boundary."
The star pulsed. Just once.
As if heard his wish.
Light bled through the heavens. The world hushed. Time forgot to tick.
Just like that the glow vanished
And the boy lay there, quietly.
But the universe would never be the same again.
For the first time since the beginning of time, a name existed that was not written in the laws of reality.
Aarav.
The one outside the page.
To be continued.