Missing Facts: The Eternal Axis
In the forgotten borderlands where angels, demons, and early humans converged, stood an ancient Wheel, hidden beneath layers of cosmic dust and time. It wasn’t crafted by any known hand but seemed to predate all existence, its segments etched with cryptic symbols and intricate beings from countless worlds. This Wheel wasn’t just a relic; it was a map—an axis that connected past, present, and future realities. Legends whispered that it controlled the very flow of time itself, turning silently, unknown to those who dwelled within its influence.
The beings of this borderland—angels with their celestial wings, demons lurking in shadow, and the first sentient humans resembling large, intelligent chimpanzees—had long respected the Wheel as a sacred enigma. None dared approach it. But one day, Nyru, a curious and daring human, felt an unexplainable pull toward its presence. He had always sensed something stirring within it, as if its whispers reached out across time.
Drawn by an invisible force, Nyru approached the Wheel when the moon hung low. It gleamed in the twilight, each piece fitting perfectly like a cosmic puzzle, its sections spinning slowly, revealing glimpses of unknown lands. Golden angels danced in one quadrant, and skull-faced creatures spun in another. Waves crashed upon unknown shores, and darkened jungles teemed with life yet to exist. The Wheel's surface pulsed, emitting a low hum, as if anticipating his arrival.
Ignoring the warnings of angels and demons alike, Nyru placed his hand on its edge. The moment his fingers touched the ancient surface, time folded in on itself. His vision split into endless fragments—he saw worlds where angels ruled over barren wastelands, where demons wept in silence, and where his kind—prehistoric humans—evolved into something far beyond anything imaginable.
The Wheel spun faster now, showing flashes of endless futures and lost civilizations. Nyru saw himself in a hundred forms—an ape-man, a warrior, a god, and finally, a being of pure light. Yet something was wrong. The Wheel was not meant to be touched. It was the cosmic balance, holding all timelines in check, and by interacting with it, Nyru had broken its rhythm.
A crack echoed through the heavens. The angelic realms faltered, and the demonic planes twisted unnaturally. Reality bent and splintered as the curtain between worlds began to thin. The angels and demons rushed toward the Wheel, their once fierce rivalry forgotten in their desperation to stop the unraveling of time.
But it was too late. Nyru, now trapped within the wheel’s ever-turning cycle, could no longer distinguish himself from the past, present, or future. He had become part of the mechanism itself, his consciousness spread across countless timelines.
In the final moments before everything collapsed, Nyru realized the horrifying truth: the Wheel had never been a tool of balance. It was a trap. A device designed to imprison those who sought to understand it. His presence had awakened something older, something beyond the grasp of angels, demons, and humans alike.
As the Wheel spun out of control, time fractured further, splitting the universe into endless cascading realities. Nyru’s final thought was a chilling question: Had this all happened before? Or was this the first time it was happening at all?
The Wheel turned once more, and everything faded into the infinite.
