In a realm where even the most abstract concepts like "existence" and "non-existence" fall short, there resides a force that defies all known boundaries—The Creator. This entity exists beyond any conventional or unconventional categorization, transcending philosophical, metaphysical, and even the most profound notions of transcendence and absoluteness. To call this realm a "place" would be a misinterpretation, for it is not a space or a domain but an existence that surpasses all comprehension.
Within this unknowable vastness, The Creator perpetually brings into being an infinite, infinitely uncountable number of narratives. Each narrative is a world, a story, a complete existence unto itself, with its unique layers, rules, and inhabitants. The Creator is the sole entity that exists outside these narratives, observing them from a vantage point that no other being can attain.
Among these countless narratives, The Creator has chosen one for a special purpose. From this unfathomable domain, The Creator has forged an Avatar—a reflection of its own essence, yet distinct, designed to explore the narrative from within. This Avatar, unlike other entities within the narratives, possesses an awareness of the predetermination that governs the stories. He knows that every action, every event, has already been set into motion by The Creator's will.
The narrative selected for this exploration consists of three intricate layers: the Sub-Narrative, the Border, and the Entirety. The Sub-Narrative houses the overarching principles and the divine entities known as the Outer Gods. The Border serves as the domain of the Realm Gods, ensuring the stability and separation between the layers. The Entirety is where the stories themselves unfold, containing infinite, infinitely uncountable Existences, each with its own Lowest Plane of Existence, where the fabric of reality is most concrete.
Takayama Shinzui, the Avatar of The Creator, descends into the Entirety, where all the stories of the narrative exist. His journey begins within one of the Existences contained in the Lowest Plane, specifically in the Plane of Zero. Nested within the Fantasy Plane, this plane is a repository for narratives that merge the real and the imagined. Here, the creative works of a culture known for its deep storytelling heritage are stored—stories crafted in a medium that blends written word, visual art, and serialized tales. These creations, often depicted in sequential art or episodic form, are steeped in cultural motifs and themes, reflecting a profound engagement with both modernity and tradition.
The descent is not a physical journey but a shift in awareness. Takayama Shinzui becomes conscious of his new surroundings, finding himself in the heart of modern-day Tokyo. The city pulses with life—a sprawling metropolis where neon lights flicker against the evening sky, casting colorful reflections on the glass facades of towering skyscrapers. The streets are alive with the hum of conversations, the distant roar of traffic, and the rhythmic clatter of footsteps on pavement. Each sound, each movement, is part of a grand symphony of existence, a narrative unfolding in real-time.
Shinzui's appearance is striking, yet he moves with such ease and grace that he blends seamlessly into the city's flow. His golden eyes, deep and enigmatic, seem to absorb the essence of the world around him. His silver hair, tinged with a faint blue sheen, catches the light, shimmering subtly as he walks. There is an air of quiet authority about him, a presence that commands attention without demanding it.
As he navigates the bustling streets, Shinzui is acutely aware of the predetermination that guides his actions. Every step he takes, every glance he casts, has been foreseen, yet this knowledge does not diminish the experience. Instead, it deepens his understanding of the narrative he is about to explore. He is both a participant and an observer, a bridge between The Creator's realm and the world of the narrative.
His first task is to establish a place for himself in this existence. After wandering through the city, he is drawn to a secluded area where an old, grand manor stands amidst the urban sprawl. The manor is a relic of a bygone era, its architecture rich with history, yet it has weathered the passage of time with dignity. Ivy climbs the stone walls, and tall trees surround the property, offering a haven of tranquility in the midst of the bustling city.
Shinzui approaches the manor's wrought-iron gate, which creaks softly as he pushes it open. The air is thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a stark contrast to the city's metallic tang. As he steps onto the cobblestone path leading to the entrance, he feels a sense of connection with this place, as though it recognizes him as its rightful owner.
Without hesitation, Shinzui acquires the property. The transaction is swift and effortless, a mere formality given his capabilities. The manor, now his home, is a reflection of his presence in this world—a sanctuary where he can retreat to reflect on his observations and prepare for the days ahead. As he crosses the threshold into the grand foyer, the heavy wooden door closes behind him with a resonant thud, sealing his entry into this narrative.
The interior of the manor is as grand as its exterior, with high ceilings, ornate moldings, and rich, dark wood furnishings. Shinzui walks through the rooms, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The silence within the manor is profound, almost sacred, as though the walls themselves hold the secrets of countless stories. Yet, there is also a warmth, a sense of welcome, as if the manor has been waiting for his arrival.
After exploring his new home, Shinzui prepares for the next step in his journey: enrolling in a prestigious high school. His intent is to observe the narratives that unfold within the microcosm of a school environment, where young minds grapple with the challenges of growing up, forming relationships, and discovering their identities. These are the formative years, where the seeds of future stories are planted, and Shinzui is keen to witness these stories as they develop.
The school he chooses is **Shirakawa Academy**, a renowned institution known for its academic excellence and cultural significance. It is a place where the brightest and most talented students come together, a hub of activity filled with students who will one day shape the world around them. Shinzui's enrollment is swift, his presence accepted without question—a testament to the predetermination that guides his path.
On the morning of his first day at Shirakawa Academy, Shinzui dons his school uniform: a crisp white shirt, a black blazer adorned with the school's emblem, a red tie, and neatly pressed black trousers. The uniform, though simple, takes on an air of regality when worn by Shinzui, a reflection of his inner nature. After ensuring that his appearance is impeccable, he leaves his manor, locking the door behind him with a soft click. The gate closes with a quiet clang, marking the beginning of a new chapter in his journey.
As he walks through the streets of Tokyo, Shinzui greets those he passes with a polite nod, his golden eyes observing everything with quiet intensity. The city is alive with its own rhythm, the sounds of morning routines blending into a familiar melody. The distant hum of traffic, the chatter of schoolchildren, the rustle of leaves in the wind—each sound is a note in the symphony of life.
When Shinzui arrives at the school, he is greeted by the sight of students milling about the entrance, chatting in groups, or hurrying to their classes. The school's gates stand open, welcoming him into the world of youth and learning. As he steps onto the school grounds, he feels the energy of the place, a vibrant pulse of potential and possibility.
Inside the school, Shinzui's presence does not go unnoticed. As he walks through the hallways, students cast curious glances his way, intrigued by the new face in their midst. There is something about him—an aura of quiet power and infinite depth—that draws the eyes of those around him. Whispers follow him as he passes, but he remains composed, his expression serene and unreadable.
In the classroom, Shinzui takes his seat near the window, where he can observe both the interior of the room and the world outside. The teacher begins the lesson, and the students settle into their routines, but Shinzui remains acutely aware of everything around him. He listens to the discussions, watches the interactions, and senses the underlying currents of emotion that flow through the room. Each moment, each exchange, is a piece of a larger puzzle—a narrative within the grand tapestry that The Creator has woven.
Throughout the day, Shinzui encounters various students, each with their own story. Some are driven by ambition, others by the desire for acceptance, and still others by the pursuit of knowledge. These are the stories that will shape the future, and Shinzui observes them with a keen interest. He interacts with his classmates, not to alter their paths but to understand them better. His conversations are measured, his words chosen carefully, for he knows that even the smallest action can have far-reaching consequences.
As the day progresses, Shinzui's thoughts occasionally drift to the narratives unfolding around him. He contemplates the connections between the students, the way their lives intertwine, and the subtle forces that guide their actions. He is aware that his own presence is a part of this intricate web, yet he remains an observer, careful not to disrupt the natural flow of events.
When the school day comes to an end, Shinzui returns to his manor, the setting sun casting long shadows across the city. The once bustling streets of Tokyo begin to quiet down as people head home, their day winding to a close. Shinzui walks with a measured pace, his thoughts occupied by the events of the day. The school had been a microcosm of life, a reflection of the larger narrative, filled with its own dramas, ambitions, and conflicts. Yet, within these ordinary moments, Shinzui could sense the deeper threads that connected everything, woven into the fabric of the narrative by the unseen hand of The Creator.