Under the broken sky
He was sitting with his knees bent, it seemed as if he had lost the sparkle in his eyes
Its all my fault
Do I have the right to live after what I did? Over time, these thoughts disturbed him further. Due to his mistake or an experiment, Shubhu ,a 35-year-old man who was very interested in time and space and he built a machine that could teleport in dimensions. And then all this happened, this planet named Satal, which was another dimension , the experiment collided with each other, the people died, the gods who were asleep woke up from their slumber, Shubhu was cursed by gods and if there were some people left, they were afraid of him, Because of him , both worlds were ruined.
He was walking alone, his mind was upset, he was alone there, he has no sense trace of the time and place, he was alone, day and night all the fog was lost, he was not there, it was neither satal nor earth. A voice from his soul told him that he had to do something, though he did not know what to do.
The wind began to echo, Shubhu paused, eyebrows furrowed. There was something different in the air. He could feel it, and then he began to see some spots of light, he thought he was deceived, he turned his head, hoping to see something else, another light deception, he was afraid, he screamed, he closed his eyes, then he slowly looked at them, the ones that were slowly illuminating, All those light spots were in the air, Shubhu's breath got stuck in his throat. She had seen strange things since the collision, but nothing like that
Their shapes were vague, neither wholly human nor wholly exotic. They seemed to be made of light, shimmering like a candle flame in the light of the setting sun.
For a moment he wondered if it was real or if his mind was playing a game with him, but as soon as he saw it, the light spots started to grow towards him, their light was getting brighter.
"One of the light spots drifted toward Shubhu and touched his forehead. He felt her presence, like soft petals that smelled like fragrant flowers. Then, the light spot transformed into a humanoid form."
He didn't speak in words. But Shubhu felt something inside him, a feeling he couldn't define properly.
We are here.
The thought was not his own, but resonated in his mind, clean and soft. His heart began to beat faster, with confusion and a strange familiar feeling. These creatures, whatever they were, seemed to be connected to him. It's like they're waiting for him.
" Who are you?" whispered Shubhu, his voice faded from the long silence.
He did not reply in words. Instead, he glowed softly, his light flickering with the rhythm of Shubhu's own beat. The rest of the souls were floating nearby, their forms moving slowly, like leaves in the wind. They were looking at him, waiting for something.
Shubhu's mind started echoing with the voices. After a while,
Shubhu said. The explosion that had torn the two worlds had also created something new – these beings, this existence. But why had they come to him?
"You are not alone.
" The thought struck him, as if someone had torn open something within him. Not alone? Shubhu almost laughed at the idea. He had never felt as alone as he did now. The gods had abandoned him, cursed him. The people who had survived—if they knew he was still alive—would probably hunt him down, or worse, seek revenge. How could he not be alone?
But the light spots flickered again, their lights were soft and quiet. they came closer, and said again, "You're not alone. "Shubhu couldn't hide his feelings anymore and started started crying loudly"