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Born Singularity

ApostleOfOblivion
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All things can only be within both the existing and non-existing fragments of existence, yet the concept of nothing cannot exist without it existing or can it. "Caring, pretending and living. I'm just so tired of this type of existence why is life just this." Leaving him to dream and fantasize about a greater point of reality like in those stories he read about with people drawing power from the all their different power systems. Living with a freedom unattainable to him, and so he consumes all kinds of entertainment to satiate his desires. "I just want more but that's the thing about this vile reality". He shall receive, however he may think himself superior yet he won't be the only being receiving a gift. "How dare they impose their their limits on me, those disgusting bastards". "'To gain something you must lose something', what a joke of an excuse you're just dirt on the side of the road." "Control and crush all these peons surrounding me."
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Chapter 1 - Slumbering

Year 2024

Pov: none

"Don't you ever feel like 'is this really all there is'. To feel suffocated, trapped and just so bored at times while in harsh contrast to others."

"I have spoken to numerous therapists and they keep saying it's a phase, it's normal and that others also experience the same thing. Over and over again but yet these people just don't understand, no they will never understand. Feeling suffocated sure, trapped at times, bored about normal things definitely but it is not a phase it's always been like this."

"I just don't belong as no one can relate, for when I mean suffocated it's that life is nothing special and that all there is to it is their small tiny existence inhabiting such a small crippling speck of reality."

Someone called out to him " excuse me mister but this area is off limits I'm going to need you to leave immediately or else". A man in a police uniform maybe patrolling he area so not worth much said as he shone a light of some kind in my face. "Why....."?

The police officer looked at the teen as his back faced him. Perplexed he answered, "the area is under investigation so it is restricted to the populace so don't be difficult and leave through which you came".The officer waited for the teen but no movement occured after a few seconds before moving his right arm to his face, cupping the right side of it with a black eye picking through his pinky and the finger next to it.The other eye then looking out above the point between the pointer finger and thumb. "Who are you speaking to". After the teen said that.

"So you better get moving before you piss me of". Anger leaked into the officers face as he scrunched his beard. "Oh " the teen responded as he started to slowly turn his body to the officer, coming to a stop just as the front of his body came to view. Looking directly in the officers eyes he continued, " And what's that got to do with me". Before the officer could even utter another word, the teen walked away melding into the shadows.

A few minutes later the officer was seen continuing is work on the sight, after reporting about the incident just to be safe just in case as teens are often unpredictable. The location which appeared to be a cliff, accessable to few for the difficult terrain, towered over a lake spanning an insane distance in which the other side of it was out of sight. Leading to the cliff was a forest, which were larger and in a more spacious positioning then normally seen or was normally seen. The lake touch upon the cliff, slightly gleamed with an eerily blue accompaning the cliff which had a figure of a women carved into it.

The women looked to be made of the same material as the cliff and yet felt different. It looked to have been kept in good shape with the exception of the moss covering various parts of it allowing an ellavation to it's uniqueness. It looked to be the goddess Sahbahi, a goddess of the sand. Hailing from a long forgotten religion, holding origins within the southern part of Africa. She seemed to reaching out to the stars, as if improsend by the cliff incapsolating your back and only seeing the front of her Majesty.

Her face appearing as if praising someone superior to her in a surprising turn of events, while also offering glass bowl mixed with her blood and sand.As if that's how it was supposed to look like then then finishing part was the strangest thing, glowing bronze to yellowish liquid gushed down from two hieroglyphs, placed in a fashion to appear akin to an eye. Two eye being placed on the sides of her waist symmetrically.

It flows down to her legs splitting from two rivers to multiple branching rivers, until it falls from the tip of her toes into the lake.

Tainting the glow into a dark-reddish brown fog hovering just above the lake. Just as the lake starts to darken with each second the statues liquid falls into it. After some time it appears to be an abyss all the creatures in side the water and near it die. As those near seemingly in a trance dive into the lake, including the officer from before who just went hiked down to a certain height above the lake and jumped off splashing into the abyss like lake.

And within this lake was an uncountable amount of blurred vestiges of statues, with the dead creatures inside disintegrating and being absorbed into the statues. Having the odd affect of somehow making them more lifelike.

While all this is happening other spots in the world secluded form all eyes start showing similar events with two oddities of the colour being different for both the liquid and with fewer when coming to the water.

Pov: ???

At that moment the teen sent away by the officer was coming out the range of the forest to what was a road, leading to his home town Constantia Located in Capetown

and held held in the nation of South Africa.

The boy walked for half an hour reaching a gate, that opened after he reached for a pair of key. Pressing on a button and walking through to reveal a house that can only be lived in by those in the top percentage of this country. Grey tiling paved his way to the door, reaching the door of the white house he knocked two times.

The two knocks came sounding with familiarity, then after waiting a bit someone opened the door greeting him.

"Evening Sir Reinhardt, glad to see you back and we'll you father Sir Blane awaits your presence in his study".

It was the butler of the house, a handsome 57 year old white man of British descent, full of black hair with white streaks here and there. Making a cool visage for a main characters hairstyle except for the unform ruining the whole look. The teen dubbed Reinhardt greeted the man back and went to his fathers study for another talk.