*The narrator's voice begins…*
In the vast abyss of existence, beyond what mortal eyes can ever behold, there stretches a tapestry of infinite galaxies. Each one, a blazing island of stars, swirling in patterns of unimaginable beauty. From spirals that gleam like cosmic whirls of silk, to elliptical masses older than time itself, all float endlessly in the boundless ocean we call the universe.
But eternity, as majestic as it may seem, is never unbroken. Galaxies collide, stars die, and black holes are born—horrifying chasms that devour light and existence alike. The universe is changing, shifting, collapsing. With infinite worlds and civilizations scattered across this cosmic sea, all are bound by the same fate: inevitability.
Yet, even in the impending collapse, there are places—rare, almost divine—that stand apart. One such place lies at the edge of the Orion Drift, hidden among collapsing constellations and distorted starfields. A world unlike any other. Its name: **Planet O₂‑3307.**
This planet, unlike thousands of others, breathes only oxygen. No nitrogen to dilute it, no carbon dioxide to balance it, not even the faint trace of helium. Its atmosphere is pure—one hundred percent oxygen. Life here thrives not because of diversity in elements, but because of this very singular abundance.
And yet, the people of O₂‑3307 are not ignorant. Every other vital gas—hydrogen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen—has been harvested and stored meticulously. Hundreds of years of scientific effort created vast subterranean vaults where they hold these gases in immense chambers, ready to be deployed for controlled environments or future research.
The result? The purest air in the known universe, a sky that burns brighter, oceans that shimmer crystal-clear, and cities that gleam with technology no other world can rival. Civilization here has thrived in silence while others struggled, for the oxygen charged their bodies, their evolution, their very minds—creating humans who could think, build, and progress five times faster than ordinary species.
And at the center of this planet, in a towering research fortress known as **The Oxygen Spire**, worked one of the most acclaimed scientists of the age: **Dr. Heiden Fuji.** A man whose intellect had no peer, whose theories shaped the destiny of O₂‑3307.
His current obsession? A massive blueprint known merely as **Project: Mechanical World.**
The project was audacious—impossible, in the eyes of his critics. But Dr. Heiden saw beyond the doubts. The galaxies were collapsing into each other, tearing through space-time like paper burning at its edges. The black holes spreading across the cosmos were not simply anomalies; they were hunters, devouring solar systems, stripping planets into dust. Entire civilizations had already perished in silence.
Heiden Fuji's vision was salvation: to gather remnants of these dying worlds, to invite survivors across galaxies, and to forge them a new beginning—here, on O₂‑3307. A planet safe from collapse, strong enough to shelter billions, built with mechanical precision and unmatched science.
But why so few people here? Why a population of only ten thousand on such a developed, almost divine world? That, too, was by design. The elders of O₂‑3307 believed that their advanced environment must never be overrun. Strict controls were kept for centuries: no over-breeding, no chaos. Progress remained orderly, contained. But now, with the universe teetering on extinction, these very rules had turned into shackles.
And in this storm of ideas, responsibilities, and cosmic tragedy stood a boy—a young man just stepping into the roots of his destiny. His name was **Belbert Fuji**, the son of Heiden.
Belbert was no ordinary child. Raised among machines, quantum maps, and oxygen-rich labs that hummed with impossible energy, his imagination rivaled his father's genius. Yet he carried within him something more: a restless fire, a refusal to sit quietly in the shadows of great men. He had questions, questions too heavy for a boy his age:
*Why only us? Why do the others in the universe have to die? Can one planet truly bear the burden of infinity?*
Late at night, as the distant stars glittered through the glass domes of the Spire, Belbert often stood alone, staring at the void. The galaxies beyond seemed to flicker weakly, swallowed by unseen mouths. He wondered how many children like him were staring at the collapsing heavens from other planets, afraid, helpless, waiting for a miracle.
And somewhere in those heavy thoughts, he made himself a silent vow—that the future of O₂‑3307 would not just be his father's dream. It would be his as well. He would step beyond boundaries, travel into the collapsing cosmos, and bring home not just survivors, but answers.
But Belbert did not yet know: the path awaiting him was more dangerous, more extraordinary than any science could predict. Hidden secrets lingered within O₂‑3307's perfect design, secrets that even its creators feared to touch. And as the black holes spread like wildfires, consuming galaxies one breath at a time…
His journey was about to begin.
*To be continued…*