A void stretched endlessly before him—cold, dark, and silent. The stars above flickered like dying embers, distant and indifferent to the lone figure standing amidst the ruins of a forgotten world. His breath came slow, steady, barely visible in the thin air.
He did not know his name.
He did not know where he came from.
All he knew was that he walked.
The boy had wandered for as long as he could remember, across crumbling landscapes and dead planets, through endless deserts of ice and storms that swallowed the sky. No home, no family, no past—just the road ahead.
Tonight, that road ended at the edge of a massive crater, where a wreckage lay half-buried in the cracked earth. The remains of a ship, its metal hull scarred by time and battle. It had fallen from the heavens long ago, forgotten by all but the ghosts of war.
He climbed down, boots crunching over debris. Inside, shadows loomed, stretching over shattered control panels and rusted machinery. And then—
A glow.
Faint, pulsing, hidden beneath the rubble.
His fingers brushed against something smooth, warm. He dug deeper, pushing aside broken wires and scorched metal until his hand closed around it—a small, metallic sphere, humming with energy.
The moment he touched it, pain erupted in his skull.
A voice, ancient and fractured, whispered into his mind.
"…You are not meant to exist…"
The world around him shattered.
Light exploded from the sphere, swallowing him whole. His body felt weightless, as if ripped from reality itself. The ruins, the sky, even the stars—all dissolved into a vortex of color and chaos.
And then—nothing.
Just silence.
Just the vastness of infinity.
And the beginning of a journey that would never end.