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The Covenant Of Timeless Mysteries

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A transient youth with an unusual name, Hoku, stumbles upon a hidden message in his late uncle's library. Provoked by a profound fascination, he encounters a distorted timeframe that reincarnates him into "The Sequel," a perilous alternate universe plagued by mysteries and fallen civilizations. Stripped of his memories and identity, Hoku must navigate this treacherous realm by forging alliances with strangers who appear to share his misfortune. To return to his own world, he must unravel the parties that purposed him to become the ‘Navigator of the timestream’. His quest pits him against the apprentices of a formidable deity known as "The Abundant Creator," forcing him to recover the past and confront the enigmatic truths that upended his grasp of his own existence.
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Chapter 1 - The Original「Prelude」

On this day, 02|15|1991

I dreamt. From this dream, I wrote. 

A story long and winding. 

So it would be forgotten, just as they do when a mystery lingers beyond measure within their universe.

When it is finished, I will unwrite the final stroke from the epilogue—and descend into endless rest.

To this dream I will return—and I will stay... 

for eternity.

. . .

February 15th, 1991

The haze of darkness never lasts as the splendid crescent pierces before it can ever flourish.

This fragment is only capable of lighting a portion, further in there is an abundance of stars all clustered in what is called the Milky Way, aptly named with the conceptualization that the color from an 'aerial perspective' resembles the shade of fine-grained spring snow in the early morning of February.

Inside this vast, intricate solar system, light years in expansion, lived a single cat with black fur.

The cat dossed in the murky corner of an alleyway.

Its eyes were fluorescent emeralds in the shadows of the solitary night sky.

Two keen fangs were poking from its mouth.

The cat looked similar to a creature from a nonsensical children's tale, which also happened to be a cat that had rather large eyes, the only thing that could be seen as the creature was often encompassed by a dark aura was its gaze.

It had eyes that drank in all of the light, as well as a mischievous wide grin that played a pivotal role in its appearance.

Though the homeless cat slumbering in the alley had much more realistic features, being that the darkness of the night camouflaged the rest of its body, the small creature looked much like the Cheshire cat, with only cool jade glowing eyes that could be discovered.

The wind whipped off the walls, howling and ripping the silence, all while inducing an even heavier quiet, but not for long.

The empty stillness of the province was shattered like glass by the sound of distant rapid taps and a frail voice that wavered and echoed.

A slight curiosity surged through the green-eyed cat, and it slowly stood on its hind legs, arching its rear and sprawling its front legs outwards to stretch.

The sounds of weeping continued, unwavering as the cat wearily crept out of the narrow gap between the two buildings.

In the alleyway, the pale moonlight revealed a child trembling. His doe eyes glinted on the metal gutter's reflection.

Fear became detectable through the child's scent, but the cat ignored its instincts, drawing closer while ministering to the stillness.

Its eyes sank into narrow slits when the child's voice became so high it sounded like strangled breathing rather than crying.

The pads of his paws slipped into the crevices of the ground, as it drew near, suddenly, feeling interest in the distressed child.

The child's eyes were green, like a cat's, but softer in hue—less vivid than emerald. Only the white of his eye, tinged red from the clear substance clinging to his lashes, broke the calm of his gaze.

The cat, sensing the child's vulnerability and the tacit resemblance, developed an instinctive trust. It boldly squeezed between his knees, arching its back as it did.

The boy quickly flattened his legs on the ground, startled by the force.

Fortunately, the unsuspecting creature managed to escape from underneath his legs, before he would inevitably get squished.

It hesitated before continuing to beckon his hand by tilting its head at an angle to rub against his grazed elbow.

The youth brushed the back of his hand over his eyes, wiping the tears to obscure his pitiful state from a cat.

He finally acknowledged the black creature as it plaited between his limbs.

Perhaps if the situation were different he would have smiled and scooped up the cat without a second thought.

He would have taken it home, made it a box, and filled it with his mother's scraps from the fabric she used to make his clothes.

However, at present he had no home nor parents.

He took a shallow breath, as he silently trembled.

Suddenly, he realized that he no longer felt the cat's fur.

As he gazed forward, the cat sat in front of him, quietly observing.

For a moment, they stared at one another in silence, until the child decided that he no longer wanted to sit on the ground, thus beginning to walk out of the alley.

To his surprise, the cat also followed.

It trailed behind him as he reached the end of a longer alley.

The child shifted his feet nervously.

The cat, as if having understood his conflict, grazed the end of its tail on his ankle and turned in the direction of where they entered.

He frowned, puzzled, before following the small cat.

What had appeared as a mist that couldn't inhibit their sense of direction, grew into a fog that thickened the further both walked.

Each path was the same, narrowed by neglected structures and rusted pipes.

Their occasional recesses eventually turned into clueless pondering.

The child tightened his features, hooking a few fingers on the crest of his lip.

Lost was a blank term to this cat.

As far as this creature understood, any place could be made a dwelling.

However, for the child, 'lost' was only a crisis because he had been taught to rely on those who raised him.

At this moment, one is lost, and the other is not. Yet, regardless of their differences, their paths will inevitably cross again within the imminent future of decay.

Beyond the edge of the fog lies the instruments in a world where time has left no trace.

The child, who stands motionless in the haze, is lifted from behind. The hands grasping him are wrapped in a polymerized black material.

The slightly intrigued cat follows the faint sounds of movement.

It listens to the hushed engine humming through the alley, overlapping the frail noises of the creature's companion.

He weeps from afar before fading into the distance. The cat hesitates, observing as the last traces of vibration dissipate.

Then, the small creature is alone again. But this time, the cat does not retreat.

The universe is too vast for a single cat.

Despite this, curiosity provokes it to guide the lost star and return to the past one last time.

. . .

The First Quota

The creator's original narrative has found you. The initial readers have narrowly altered the narrative's 'existence' by imparting a separate title. 

Thus, the original telling has been delegated as 'The Memoir.'

What you've just read is the only fragment I was able to decipher from within the contents of this artifact. The only other mystery that has been solved is that 'The Memoir' belonged to the abundant creator.

You may refer to me as the editor until we meet.

Lastly, I ask only this: Be highly attentive to the entries I've left in this book. 

I can promise that they may prove useful.

Sincerely,

The editor.

Prelude to the Memoir

Rule 1 

Mysteries lie beyond your reality, Navigator. Have vigilance in your choices to tailor the unraveling of your universe.

Rule 2

Only anomalies can interact with the stream that unifies the function of infinite sequences and cosmic sequels.

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This story is timeless. The beginning only leads to another beginning, even though one day there will be the last page. This is only the beginning.

 The Covenant Of Timeless Mysteries 

 Volume 01

 "What is the future if not servitude towards the unattainable?"