In the void, a distant light was born. That light expanded, nearly engulfing everything in a blinding shine. Millennia passed, then eons, until finally, the light dimmed. This is known as the 'Primordial Light', where Creation began.
Records of the Primordial light were discovered during the 7th century of the Crimson Moonlight Calendar. Astrologists from that era found the remnants of an ancient light that shone brightly for eons. Many theories sprouted, but only one was valid.
The Primordial Light was the proof of creation, where everything in the universe was formed and shaped. Today, the origin of the Primordial Light and why it existed in the first place remains a mystery that countless people are trying to solve.
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Eight centuries later, precisely 823 years after the fact, sat Laman Matevick; a young prodigal scientist inside a laboratory, attempting to debunk the theory of creation behind the Primordial Light due to his disbelief in such mystical topics. Cramped and secluded, the room was evidently not ideal for a human's mental well-being.
The room had a chalkboard filled with questions, books left disorderly and open, and notes scattered across the floor, mostly related to light and energy. In his fervent search, he was trying to determine whether the Primordial Light created matter. During his research, he also took an ancient encyclopedia regarding the light to use as a reference or proof if it existed or whether it was a hoax blown out of proportion.
After writing the same equations repeatedly, he found it gave no satisfactory progress. After a while, he finished writing and looked over his work, which shocked him to his core. "This… has to be nonsense. It does not follow the constants of physics…"
The ingenious man had discovered an entirely new realm of physics. As a result, he discovered a strange phenomenon in which a virtual pair of antimatter and matter coexist and move nearly instantaneously fast in a random pattern, then disappear a short moment later.
This was an alien concept to the world, as the said particles of matter and antimatter fluctuate in a smaller plane of existence, one that is unknown.
With confusion and disbelief, Laman stood up from the chair and stepped back, looking simultaneously at the chalkboard and the notebook.
It does not make sense, yet it is mathematically correct... Laman wondered to himself.
He rested his chin on his hand as if to aid his thinking. This is certainly revolutionary, a new world of physics with its own rules... After some thoughtful thinking, he finally came up with a suitable name.
He said out loud in an excited tone, "I'm gonna call this 'Quantum Physics'!"
Because Laman was known for his bright smiles and upbeat nature, he took a more expressive response compared to other smart scientists and mathematicians when they discovered something.
However, in the next second, the double door swung open, creating a moderate gust of wind due to the sudden surge of kinetic energy.
"LAMAN!" A woman's voice was heard from behind.
The suddenness of her exclamation startled Laman, his reflex kicked in almost immediately as he turned around to see a woman in a coat standing at the entrance of the room, arms firmly crossed and an irate look on her face.
"What is all the noise in here?! It's 11 in the night!" The woman exclaimed.
Seeing this, Laman came to his senses and apologized to the woman. "Ah, I thought you were asleep! Dear sister..."
The woman standing at the doorway was Laman's sister, Mary Matevick. Impressively, she was the head researcher in the facility they owned. Since both Laman and Mary were engrossed with science from a young age, their parents (with a lack of care for norms) allowed their kids to live in the facility.
"It's far too late into the night, Laman. You should get some sleep." Mary suggested. She also glanced around to notice how chaotic Laman's research room was, glared at Laman, and continued; "And clean up your mess!"
"But wait, sis. Look at this first! I found something extremely strange while experimenting." Laman pleaded. "While searching for evidence if the Primordial Light truly existed, I discovered a whole new realm of physics that I call 'Quantum Physics'!"
"Really? Prove it to me." Mary challenged, cynically.
As Laman recounted to Mary his notes, she read over them. Mary's eyes widened, and her jaw opened in awe and astonishment after examining his findings.
But this defies all known physics today, how does this exist? Particles nor energy shouldn't behave this way. Mary thought to herself.
Then, a strange contradiction popped into Mary's mind. If these virtual constructs of matter can truly create energy... It shouldn't be the proof of the Primordial Light. Since these fluctuations are temporary, and only last a minute long... it shouldn't be able to sustain such a phenomenon for billions of years. Unless there is more to it than meets the eye.
"You know, I was also considering writing a principle based on this once I experimented with it a lot." Laman continued with a hint of proudness in his tone.
"Wait, before that I found some contradictions." Mary objected almost instantly. "After reading your notes, this is indeed true. But it's not a clue to solving the Primordial Light." She continued.
"Hm? Is that so? Can you emphasize it?" Laman questioned.
Mary walked over to the other side of the desk, swiftly grabbing the ancient encyclopedia. She opened the page where the Primordial Light was documented and compared the contents with Laman's research.
"As you can see, this phenomenon happens for a short moment, the fluctuation between matter and anti-matter only happens for about 1 minute before they annihilate each other. If that's the case, then how did it sustain for eons? It doesn't make sense if it's the reasoning behind the Primordial Light's theory of creation." Mary explained.
At that moment, Laman noticed it too. Hmm, that does explain a weird gut feeling. But, this isn't wrong either. Is it because the Primordial Light uses some higher level of fluctuation? Laman rethought himself, agreeing with Mary's emphasis.
Time Skip
A few days after he discovered Quantum Physics, Laman is still gatekeeping it for whatever reason. Mainly because he didn't want people to immediately speculate false info unlike other greedy professors at this time. He seemed to be much more obsessed and invested in the theory of quantum physics, and its behaviors under the atomic scale.
It hasn't been long since then, but ultimately his condition visibly worsened. As if he hadn't slept for months. His eyes were puffy, and almost no signs of life in Laman's expression. Only a blank void.
Meanwhile, a worried Mary could be seen quietly peeking at Laman from the doorway of his research lab. The cramped space had become much more messy than before. The chalkboard now had no space for addition as it was filled with many theoretical equations, none of which were valid enough to explain the Primordial Light's extensive shine.
"You should take a rest, Laman." Mary finally spoke up, ending the excruciating silence.
Immaturity struck Laman hard. His young mentality wasn't prepared for the hellish roars of theoretical science. He didn't even bother to turn around and look at Mary; instead, he ignored her and continued to write endlessly in his notebook.
"... Laman, LAMAN." In a fit of irritation, Mary slapped the back of Laman's head with moderate force, finally restoring him to reality.
However, not a yelp of pain was heard from Laman. He seemed to lack the energy to react due to minor signs of malnutrition, which were only visible now.
"Please stop doing this, take a rest. I understand that you want to know more but... This is getting out of hand! Look at you, can't you see that I'm getting worried?" In a desperate attempt, Mary tried to slap some sense into Laman.
"I need answers, " Laman said in a low voice, almost whispering. He didn't have the energy to speak louder.
"No, you need rest."
In the end, Laman was forcefully trapped in his room and had his research confiscated for a few days. With nothing left to do, he finally decided to go to bed after days of sleepless nights.
Soon, night fell. The moon's subtle glow illuminated the night as the faint sound of owls lurked amidst silence, in the isolated areas where the laboratory was.
But everything fell quiet.
Laman jolted awake, disorientation filled his mind as his instincts drove his reddened eyes to uncontrollably observe his surroundings. He looked around his room but found nothing awry except for... a slight deformity on his lamp.
Though he was skeptical of this, he eventually came to his senses and reason. As all attempts to break free from this immobile state failed, Laman observed his surroundings once more, gauging everything that seemed off, in which he spotted a few more distortions.
The door, it... has a hole? Observed Laman. The mirror, and the ceiling too? ... The mirror is cracked, and the ceiling also has a hole in it… wait.
The more Laman observed, he was drawn to some heavily disliked, morbid presence he knew no name for.
Pale, blue eyes stared from the pitch black back at his; its obscurity made it evermore… unearthly, bizarre. Just then, Laman's breath hitched. What… is that- The blue eyes vanished, leaving him stunned.
The distortions disappeared, and his room returned to normal. But confusion and fear remained in Laman's mind.
"What... what was that...?"
His labored breath stopped as he stared at himself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. Relieved Laman. Seeing as though everything had gone back to normal, he observed his surroundings once more before walking back to his bed and lying down.
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Morning came, and the sound of birds chirping could be heard singing gracefully outside of the facility. Laman woke up to the bright light of the sun pointed directly at his eyes, he adjusted his position and continued sleeping... before the door was slammed open by Mary.
"Wake up. It's 9 A.M, and I made adjustments to your Quantum Physics theory." Mary explained.
Laman suddenly jolted awake, sitting up on his bed in an instant after hearing what Mary said. "What?"
"So, I took a look at one of your recent research about photons. And I debunked it." Mary continued.
"Why did you...?" before Laman could finish what he was asking, Mary cut him off and continued to explain.
"We aren't certain that the P.L (Primordial Light) is made out of photons at all. It might be something completely different as we know it."
"How did you come to that conclusion?" Laman asked.
Mary emphasized in her findings, that the complex theoretical possibilities caused Laman to develop a small migraine, possibly because he just woke up. But, just as he looked away, his vision red-shifted as a figure with pale white, glowing eyes was spotted in the hallway, reminiscent of the one from last night.