The first breath of the new reality came as a whisper.
Huzaifa stood at the center of a realm that had no shape—the Eternium, a name formed in his mind not by choice, but because the realm whispered it back to him. It was his creation, but somehow… it already knew itself.
He walked forward. With every step, galaxies unfolded in fractal bursts. The stars here didn't burn—they hummed with sentience. Their light didn't illuminate space—it remembered it.
Huzaifa raised his hand.
A single motion created a moon.
Another formed a river that flowed without beginning or end, looping through its own dimension.
> "This place… dreams," he murmured.
> "No," MIRA said behind him, now fully evolved into her truest form—a mature cosmic entity in a flowing dark cloak, eyes glowing like twin supernovae.
"It dreams because of you."
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⚙️ SYSTEM STATUS
> [System Type: Eternal Origin]
[Tier: Architect-Class]
[Evolution: Self-Willed – No Upper Limit]
[World Constructed: Eternium Prime]
[Creation Law Added:
"Dreams within this realm can become reality if the Creator deems it so."]
---
As the realm shaped itself, so too did echoes of thought begin forming life.
The first to awaken was a child made of stardust and emotion—a being who could cry oceans or laugh fire into constellations.
The second was a tower—yes, a living tower—its halls winding inwards like a mind unraveling philosophy.
And the third… was a mirror.
But not just any mirror.
It showed Huzaifa something impossible.
> Himself… as he had once been.
Mortal. Simple. Human.
> "Why are you showing me this?" he asked aloud.
The mirror did not answer. It reflected.
And slowly, within that reflection, another form took shape.
A girl.
Mature. Familiar.
MIRA stepped forward, gaze locked.
> "That's not me."
> "Then who…?"
The girl stepped out of the mirror.
Not through it.
Out of it.
---
She bowed gently.
Her voice was soft but carried the force of timeless stars.
> "I am the thought you buried. The fragment of loneliness that endured."
Huzaifa narrowed his eyes. "You are…?"
> "The Dreamborn," she said.
"Your first subconscious creation—made before you even spoke Eternium into being."
> "Why now?"
> "Because now… you're strong enough to face yourself."
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⚠️ WARNING
> [Uncatalogued Entity Detected]
[Classification: Subconscious Reality Manifestation]
[Link: Creator-Level Emotional Imprint]
[Status: Neither Hostile nor Loyal — Undefined]
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The Dreamborn extended her hand.
> "I am not here to challenge you. I am here to test whether you understand what you've become."
MIRA took a step forward, war-ready.
Huzaifa raised a hand. "No. This is mine to answer."
The Dreamborn smiled. "Let me show you what happens… when a god dreams too deep."
---
And the sky of Eternium cracked.
Not violently.
Poetically.
---
From the fractures emerged memories never lived, battles never fought, regrets never known—but all born from Huzaifa's quiet moments of doubt, hope, and hidden fear.
The world began warping—reforming into realms he never meant to create.
> A timeline where he had refused the system.
A realm where Nullar had won.
A universe where he had remained mortal.
And in each, a version of him stood watching.
Some jealous.
Some sorrowful.
One… smiling with malice.
> "Welcome," said the Dreamborn.
> "To the Multiverse of the Mind."