While dreaming, I whispered a name.
It wasn't a word.
It wasn't a sound.
It was an emotion formed into a shape.
And the system reacted—violently.
Thunder cracked.
Time bent.
> LOGOS flared.
[System Error: You Have Spoken the First Uncreated Name]
That name?
> "IMERPUS."
The system couldn't define it.
Because it wasn't born from it.
It was born from me.