When everything in existence suffers a change, or welcomes it, and what is to come has finally come - would it beget with its origination the terror, deathliness, tragedy, torment and devastation? Or would it, by any chance, differ from its authentic nature and reality?

In the deepest of the first starless dark blue night, its point of origin vastly different from the one where everything 'began'... a beautiful hand reaches to taint the most fearsome. Would its origin bring chaos to it all?
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What are the words that hold the utmost power? What are the thoughts that break it all? Which are those who shine brightest, gloom darker, and explode defiantly against reality who prevail?

Any lifeform of the world, no matter how advanced and evolved; all become subject to terror for the very same ones:

One, afraid of the dark. Two, of the violent forces of Nature. Three, of Injustice.

It's not about having the reason on your side; it's not about having the power to demand for subservience and is not whether one is right or not... It's about taking it all with your own hands!

No darkness is gloom without light to obverse it; no light shines brighter without endless emptiness. But it is only one that is; only that has been; only one that can; that will; that KNOWS.

One little grain of sand can evolve into a dried-up sea; one little animal can become a monster; one sole thought can become reality... But can any of them regress, lose it all, suffer nonsensically, and beget — 'all that exists and there is'?

Would they be willing to? ...Can they do it? ...Do they understand?

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Synopsis for dummies:

Born in a world where every imaginable thing is so advanced even the earth one can step on moves and thinks, met with the pureness of nature at birth, and touched by the unimaginable.

To see the future is for fools. To long for the past is too late. But to see ahead is the only road.

What might be a long and arduous lifelong objective for one can be a simple step for others. What others can't see might be sensed by someone else. And to walk as one never betrays themselves... is glory.

When the bells ring, the heavens change, the world trembles, and a change is called upon... Will there finally be that something that has been missing? What the world had lacked all this long? What... the world deserves? Will a person change that? Will they do it all alone, terribly consumed in coldness and leaving horrors wherever that person walks? Or will there be a returning change that the world has even forgotten for... ever?

Even the smallest of rebellions and uprisings... can be the start of everything.

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I am also publishing this on Royalroad.com.
It currently has 2 volumes completed (100 chapters each) and another incoming.