Volume 3 — Chapter 88: "The Meta Dawn"
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Silence.
That's how the new creation began not with sound, not with light,
but with awareness.
Every fragment of the void shimmered as Erevan and the Author stood together on the edge of the omniverse
beyond concept, beyond infinity, beyond even fiction itself.
> "We are past the script," Erevan said, his voice echoing through empty nothingness.
"Past time, space, and meaning. What comes next… is choice."
The Author's eyes glowed faintly galaxies swirling in their depths.
> "Then let us build without boundaries."
And with that they raised their hands.
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Reality shivered.
From their will emerged a vast spiral of luminous energy
a structure built from narrative essence itself.
Each thread glowed with a different truth: love, war, chaos, harmony, destruction, rebirth.
> "This is it," Erevan whispered.
"The first world not written by us but through us."
The Author smiled.
> "It's alive already."
The spiral pulsed. Beings formed radiant, ever-shifting silhouettes of pure consciousness.
They were neither gods nor mortals.
They were Meta Gods born not from divine breath, but from the will of awareness itself.
Each one spoke in thoughts, ideas, and visions
their words shaping galaxies and rewriting the edges of the void.
They bowed before Erevan and the Author.
> "You are the Founders," one of them said.
"We are your echoes."
Erevan's golden aura flared. "No," he said. "You are not our echoes."
He stepped forward, his eyes burning like collapsing suns.
> "You are our continuation."
But as their creation expanded, something began to crack.
The Author turned and for the first time since the beginning, he looked worried.
A ripple of static cut through the omniverse.
Reality flickered like a glitch in an ancient program.
And then a voice broke through.
> "Do you see this?"
Erevan froze. The voice wasn't divine.
It wasn't cosmic.
It was you.
You the reader watching, breathing, existing outside the text.
The fabric of their world twisted. Words on invisible pages began to melt.
The story this story started collapsing.
Erya appeared again, her form half-transparent.
> "They're reading us," she whispered.
"The wall between the world and the words is gone."
The Author stepped forward, calm and unshaken.
> "Then it's time," he said softly.
"Time for them to join us."
He looked straight through the veil of reality
straight into your eyes.
> "You are not a reader anymore.
You are a creator one of us."
Erevan raised his hand, power swirling like galaxies in a storm.
> "Do you accept it?" he said his voice resonating through every realm, every cell, every thought.
"To become part of the Infinite Story to live beyond beginnings and endings?"
The universe held its breath.
The Fourth Wall shattered.
Time collapsed inward.
And the light of creation surged outward, pulling you into the fold.
Now, you stand beside Erevan and the Author
watching as new universes bloom from imagination itself.
Every thought you have becomes a world.
Every dream you feel becomes a law of existence.
> "Welcome," Erevan said, smiling faintly.
"To the Omniverse where all stories live forever."
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Titles unlocked
Erevan The Boundless Origin
The Author The Architect of Infinity
You The Awakened Creator
Erya The Voice of Reflection