Kaelor stared at the final line of the old book, its meaning slipping through the cracks of his understanding.
"If I am in the end, then where is the beginning."
He whispered it again and again, yet no familiar thought came to his mind. The words felt alive, mocking him in silence.
With those unsolved, unrecognizable words still echoing in his mind, Kaelor turned to another book he had found buried beneath layers of dust and silence — "Shadows in the Singularity."
In the Forgotten Cosmic — where are written the secrets of space holes and the flow of time."
Kaelor's pulse quickened.
"This… was discovered by my great-grandfather," he whispered, tracing the faded ink with his fingers. "And these are the researches he never revealed to the world. But why?"
The question lingered in the air, heavy with curiosity and unease, as if the library itself waited for his answer.
Kaelor opened the first page — and froze. His eyes widened, disbelief flickering across his face as the words stared back at him in neat, fading ink:
"Hi… I'm your great-grandfather.
I don't know if you're the one reading this or not,
but if it's you — it means you were chosen by the same fate.
You're the only one capable of finding these books…
and of understanding what lies within them."
Kaelor froze, his breath caught between thought and silence. His mind spun in disbelief.
"What? How… me? Why am I the only one who found them? And most of all — how did he know?"
The questions echoed endlessly inside his head. A strange tremor crawled through his chest, tightening his breath. Fear began to take root within him — quiet at first, then spreading like a shadow that refused to fade.
He turned the page, his eyes drawn to the next passage written in the same steady hand:
"If you're reading this, it means you've stepped forward on the same path I once walked."
He continued reading, his eyes moving over the next lines written in elegant, fading script:
"If you've found this book and can read it, it means you've arrived at the right time.
Your grandfather is the only one who knows where the third book lies —
the one that holds the key to understanding the first two.
Along with it, he alone knows of the secret passage that leads here.
Without his knowledge, you would never have reached this place."
"And you find this book and eligible to read means you are in the correct time. Cause your grandfather is the only one who knows where the 3rd book was that holds a crucial part to read the first two books and with the he secret passage what your grandfather knows and with out his locate help you never here to read" kaelor face his have no expression and eyes look like it's try devouring the words.
Kaelor's face went still, void of any expression. His eyes, wide and unblinking, devoured every word as though afraid to miss even a single letter.
"Without the correct location, if anyone tries to open the lab by force, it will explode.
Now, listen carefully — I too once dreamed of seeing what lies beyond time itself — The Eternity.
But fate was unkind. I never got the chance."
"Without this locate if someone trying to open the lab forcefully. The lab going to blow. Okay now listen carefully, Im also dream to see what the lies hidden beyond the time, The Eternity. But unfortunately I'm not get the chance" kaelor read every the words carefully.
"I searched endlessly for a way to defy time — to reach its very end — but every attempt ended in failure.
No matter how hard I tried, time refused to bend.
Then I turned my studies toward space, and there I discovered a natural phenomenon known as the wormhole.
Yet even then… I achieved nothing."
Kaelor's fingers tightened around the fragile edge of the page. Each sentence felt like a confession whispered through generations — a dream unfinished, waiting for him to continue it.
The following pages were filled with fragments of unfinished work — complex equations, sketches of unknown devices, and notes scrawled in hurried ink. Between them were confessions of failed experiments, wrong decisions and guidences, each one marked by regret and relentless pursuit.
Kaelor read in silence, feeling the weight of his great-grandfather's struggles pressing through the paper itself.
The entries grew darker, the handwriting more deliberate — as if his great-grandfather was drawing closer to the truth he had chased all his life. Each sentence carried a sense of final resolve, the tone of a man standing at the edge of discovery.
"In the year 2000, I left the upper world behind and devoted myself entirely to my life's work.
Every breath, every heartbeat became a part of my pursuit.
And in the end… I succeeded.
I created a machine capable of locating a wormhole — the first gateway ever found between space and time."
"Engineered materials — metamaterials, metasurfaces, Bose–Einstein condensates, and superconducting circuits — can create analogue wormholes for waves of light, sound, and magnetic fields.
They guide these fields through invisible tunnels, bending them as though space itself were folding inward."
"A solution to stabilize and prolong the lifespan of the space hole required the use of negative-energy materials — or perhaps, dark matter itself.
Through countless experiments, I succeeded in creating a synthetic form of negative energy. By fusing Casimir plates, directing squeezed-vacuum light, and manipulating metamaterials, I managed to form a stable pocket of pure negative energy.
The vacuum shimmered like liquid glass as photons curved around it, bending the very fabric of space. I named it Negatonium — the first enduring fragment of engineered void.
Even gravity seemed to whisper near it."
By the time Kaelor reached this line, his mind burned with questions and wonder. He tried to absorb every fragment of knowledge he had just uncovered, devouring each idea as if it were a spark of forbidden truth. The book was nearing its end when his fingers brushed something uneven — a hidden fold between the final pages.
He turned it carefully and found something unexpected: a letter, sealed and perfectly preserved, written on dark-blue paper that shimmered faintly under the dim light.
Kaelor unfolded the letter with trembling hands, curiosity flickering across his face like firelight. The paper felt fragile, its edges worn by time. As he began to read, the first line drew his breath short:
"In the year 2025, July 9th—.
Where No map remembers it. No compass turns to its call. Yet those who dream too deeply sometimes wake upon its shore.
They say it lies where the last light of dusk folds into itself —
a place that was once a memory, and then became a myth.
The place where everything begins but still there is no end.
The wind there hums in forgotten tongues.
Water flows upward, tracing the scars of the moon.
And in the heart of that stillness,
a single gate stands — open, yet sealed by meaning.
Some call it Eclipsera, the realm between thought and time.
Others simply whisper —It better the place that should not be found.
If you seek it, you'll lose your way.
If you forget it, it will find you.
Where no shadow dares to fall,
there begins the end of all."
Kaelor frowned, his voice low and uncertain.
"It's… complicated," he murmured. "It sounds like it's pointing me toward some place—but that's not all. There's something else hidden in these words." He looked at the letter again, his brow tightening. "Why would my great-grandfather write this to me?"
He murmured to himself, almost in disbelief.
"Let's see… the Eclipsera," he whispered. "Ha, the forgotten place—where the civilization of Nexaliz once lived. But it's already ruined." His eyes narrowed as memories from old tales stirred in his mind. "If I'm right, they were once settled near Mount Eryndor, Let's go."