Undul Undul

In a future where humanity stretches its reach to the stars, Vacem, a seasoned astronaut, embarks on a critical mission aboard the Lunar Explorer 7 (LE-7) alongside his crew: Michel, Luis, and Loterro. Their objective: to investigate a colossal megastructure discovered buried deep within the moon and the alarming reports of anomalous activity at its core. Data from the Planetary Defense Agency reveals that the moon's orbit has subtly, yet significantly, shifted, already causing bizarre environmental disruptions on Earth. Their mission, however, descends into cosmic horror. A sudden, inexplicable gravitational anomaly emanating from the moon's core rips the LE-7 apart, killing Vacem’s entire crew in a terrifying, chaotic explosion. Vacem is the sole survivor, but the impact leaves him unconscious. He awakens not to the familiar, cold vacuum of space, but to a reality far more terrifying than any nightmare. He finds himself in a grotesque, alien world where the very ground is a pulsating, putrid flesh, squelching beneath his feet. The sky above is a swirling vortex of sickening colors, from which emerge colossal, hole-ridden tentacles that writhe and undulate, dripping viscous fluids and assaulting his mind. Stripped of his equipment and alone, Vacem must navigate this living, breathing nightmare. He endures constant atmospheric eruptions of foul, red slime, crosses a river of thick, flowing blood spanned by bone-like, tooth-shaped rocks, and fights for survival against terrifying indigenous creatures, including the aggressive, three-meter tall Flesh Stalkers made entirely of rotting, viscous meat. As he pushes deeper into this impossible world, Vacem’s sanity frays. He begins to experience unsettling phenomena, culminating in a harrowing encounter with a formless entity of absolute blackness. This anomaly communicates not through words, but by bombarding his mind with a torrent of incomprehensible whispers and raw, unfiltered information, pushing him to the brink of madness. "Something That Is Nothing" is a descent into cosmic and psychological horror, exploring the ultimate insignificance of humanity against a backdrop of unimaginable, unspeakable alien realities. Vacem's desperate struggle for survival is not just against the physical dangers of this world, but against the insidious erosion of his own mind, as he grapples with the terrifying question: what is this place, and what does it want with him? Something That Is Nothing is one of the POLYGENESIS Series. If you wish, you can read other POLYGENESIS series

What's the difference between Dreams and Reality? Some would argue that they're different, but I beg to differ. The harder a Reality hits, the more one begins to wish it's a Dream. But it doesn't really matter anymore. After all, both Dreams and Reality are merely opposite sides of the same coin. ***** From the distance, beyond the undulating horizon where time held no meaning, a presence stirred. A ripple of something greater—something ancient and watchful. A voice, neither spoken nor heard, resonated in the Beholder’s mind. *You meddle where none should tread. The Balance must be upheld.* The Beholder’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Balance is but an illusion,” they whispered, and with a mere thought, the sky shattered into a thousand reflections of possibility.

gaunt figure was seen in the darkness, his silver eyes burning with deep hatred, his breath, laboured. He moved slowly as two broken knives was seen visibly that it was easy to tell that he was been stabbed and did not have much time left to live. A distant sound caused the void to fry and space to undulate along with the loud voice of someone crying in complete sorrow.  He gnashed his teeth and bent in a kneeling position while his blood leaked out from the punctured skin of his body. It was impossible to reach the tree of life on time for healing and trying to travel 500 kilometers to the east is akin to suicide. Besides, he wouldn't be able to make it in time and end up bleeding to death. He immediately smiled, his teeth stained with blood. 

Rollan, a determined arthropod, leads his diverse band of survivors into an enigmatic realm known only as "the beyond." After the shattering of their terrarium—a microcosm they once called home—they find themselves in a surreal, living world of pulsing landscapes, translucent spires, and infinite danger. Each step across the undulating terrain reveals a new mystery, but it becomes clear that this realm is not just alive—it’s watching them. As the group grapples with strange, predatory creatures and cryptic warnings, they realize the beyond is not merely a destination but a crucible—a trial designed to test their unity, resilience, and understanding of themselves. The world reflects their fears, doubts, and scars, challenging their belief in survival and the bonds they’ve forged. But even as Rollan and his companions uncover maps and pathways hinting at escape, they confront a harrowing truth: the beyond is a prison locked in a relentless cycle. To break free, they must face trials that are not only physical but existential, daring to challenge the rules of the universe itself.

The thirteen Primordial Gods thought they were the first creations of the Universe and All creatures were under their dominion. They ruled with impunity flaunting their power to those that dared oppose them. Unbeknown to them there were older existences lurking in the darkness, bidding their time... waiting... They knew there were much more dangers outside the universe than these gods with a bloated sense of self-importance could ever imagine. As eons passed, the Primordial Gods become greedy for more power, and began to fight among themselves for control of the Universe. As their battle raged... The undulating vibrations of their fight could be heard in the chaos.... In a certain abyss within the chaos, a place that was pitch black, the void tore apart and two gigantic eyes blazed in the darkness. Yet these were merely two eyes of a creature whose beginning or end, could not be fathomed. The huge crimson eyes glowed with intense light as they illuminated the vast universe. A cold voice reverberated through space... its source untraceable... "Finaly... its time" The raging primordial gods continued their fight... unaware that because of their actions, traces of the Universe Origin were leaked... heralding their doom.

The Flame Maiden Lito woke up from the altar, but everything around her had changed beyond recognition. She stood on the hot sand dune, her vision distorted by the scorching air. She couldn’t help but cover the sunlight with her hand, looking up at the sky, only to see a scene like sunrise, from the white horizon to the orange dome, but the difference was that instead of the original sun, there was a huge hole, shining with dazzling light, even as a god, Lito could not look at its existence directly. The appearance of this sun seemed to have changed the whole world, the original dense forest and green grassland had long turned into ashes, forming a series of undulating sand dunes, and the towering mountains, now became black and bald rock walls burned by fire, the sea no longer existed, the seawater had dried up, replaced by a piece of steep stone beach, extending from the original sea level to the bottomless place. The earth cracked, new creatures appeared, new dwellings were built, everything was fresh, or decayed, lifeless, no matter how different from the past, and now, Lito needed to reacquaint herself with this world.

Surrounded by the unthinkable and the only way to survive was by doing the impossible. Because Everything changed, When the River flowed... but not with water

There's an ancient saying in Great Ruins, ‘Don’t go outside when it’s dark.’ In Great Ruins, the old, weak and disabled elders of Disabled Elderly Village picked up an infant by the riverside and named him Qin Mu, raising him up with blood and sweat. This day, as the night descended and the darkness shrouded Great Ruins, Qin Mu left home... Become a villain undulating in the spring breeze! That's what Blind told him. This is the rise of Qin Mu's road to becoming a villain!

The tick-tock of the clock resonated, turning time into undulating waves. It would instantly draw anyone who dare to enter the endless sea of ​​time. Brissia Niverte somehow managed to navigate an unfamiliar area after being stranded far from her campus and home. Harris Reister. Upon leaving his family, he had a list of people he needed to see. First, the Miss Savior. Second, another descendant of Reister. He didn't think of a travel companion until he met a girl from his acquaintance's editorial office. Brissia looked for her way home, while Harris looked for the people on his list. The different paths they took were leading them to one intersection where Archtier's greatest secret was about to be revealed, their hearts were to be twisted, and thick fog was ready to be in their way.

Somewhere on the Endless Sea. The Border Mist materialized abruptly, shrouding the once calm and grey expanse of the sea. The impenetrable veil of white mist lingered persistently, its undulations akin to a living organism, before eventually receding and vanishing, erasing its existence entirely. In the space that had been occupied solely by the sea's surface, an island emerged, boasting a serene town and a grandiose gothic palace that appeared to cast a watchful gaze upon the city. As the mist traversed the streets, it gradually unveiled the picturesque Victorian-style city. Dim street lamps cast a faint glow upon the cobblestones, revealing numerous statues of varied sizes, shapes, and race. These statues all shared a common trait—they were oriented toward the Gothic palace. Within the opulent throne room stood a resplendent seat of power. Positioned before the throne were additional statues, all bowing in deference to the statue of the Ruler seated upon it. Draped in a cloak, the Ruler exuded an eerie and oppressive aura, even in statue form. Silence permeated the room; no motion, life, or breath stirred. Unexpectedly, the eyes of the Ruler's statue ignited with cerulean flames. 'Ah... what... what's...' Caila pondered as her vision cleared, the memory of darkness faintly lingering. Surveying the hushed hall, she beheld eerie statues bent in obeisance. 'What happened? Ugh... why... why can't I move?' Caila found herself immobilized; only her eyes retained mobility. She strained her gaze downward, catching a glimpse of her hands resting on the throne's armrests. 'Am I a statue? Wha... what? No! Help! Someone, save me!' Internally, she shrieked in panic, met only by an overwhelming silence.

A Tribute to manity is rare with all its triumphs and tribulations, has long been the subject of fascination and contemplation. From the earliest civilization to the modern era, mankind has consistently strived to unravel the mysteries of existence, leaving indelible marks on the tapestry of time. Within this profound context, we embark on a journey to pay homage to the essence of our being and celebrate the incredible achievements of humanity. Projecting Man as a symbol of the struggles, tribulation and the successes we have traversed in this existence. The pages are not limited to the many undulating steps to achieving our goals in pitfalls and rising, and suggestions to always stay our gaze to better humanity in greatness and capacity. In this little eBook titled “A Tribute To Man,” we delve into the very core of what makes us human. We explore the multifaceted aspects of our existence in a short narrative spurring us to strength with seductive headings; From our intellectual prowess and creative expressions to our resilience in the face of adversity. Through a collection of motivational stories, reflections and insights, we aim to capture the essence of our shared human experiences.

Have you ever felt like you should be alone, but you weren't? Have you ever seen the entities that are made of shadows, or perhaps even light, at the corner of your eye? Have you heard the skittering, scratching, scuttling sounds of creatures crawling nearer, just at the edge of your perception? Have you felt the SCRATCHING at the back of your mind, ripping, tearing at your sanity? Have you seen the pulsating, undulating, unintelligible form of those who exist above you? If so, you're not alone, hear my tale, and understand, the loneliness you feel is false. You aren't alone in your loss, and you aren't alone in your fear, and most importantly, you aren't alone in your yearning. AN: I'm not Christian, so if this offends you please just don't read it. I won't edit my story just because you are angry that I would compare an eldritch entity with God, or even the power of God with the power of the Devil. Have fun with my blasphemy, and good luck. And remember, you're never alone. AN: Image is not mine, if the original owner wants me to take it down, please provide proof that it's yours, and ask me to take it down, and I will. Thank you.

“You know we don’t have to battle” A woman with dark color eyes a fair skin said . Her skin was covered in full suit of armor and her weapon a beautiful crafted Azure spear. Meredith in her pure blue and white hoop sleeved robes. Nod while say “I know” her voice uncaring about her soon to be opponent. "Then why make it difficult for me” the woman sighed she was so close now she has to face this devil of a woman. “ Its not my fault you decided to go against the worlds Will”. “Your presence here isn't even alined with Fath , you took an unassuming path “. ‘Pitty’ merdith shook her head as she spoke inernally. "Futhermore Your presence here threaten the last soul existence, leave or I’ll have to kill you . " “Make a choice, do it quickly.” A bit impatient about the matter. “I have Wine’s to make!”merdith futher exclaimed making it seem as if she woman exitence was not worth her taking time off from her refining. Seeing her opponent gritted her teeth , she knew the out come of her question. Just as she was ready to summon her weapon. A voice in her head. ‘Let me have the fool, you gotten soft since coming here!. ' Chuckling “I just focus more on making wines nowadays “ Meredith replied. ‘Yeah , yeah , yeah just make sure I get my blood wine’. ‘I already have it’ 'Bloody Hell you been hold out on your home girl!.' 'Time have changed Remi lamented. When had she ever suffers such.' ‘You know why Remi, you been drink beyond cultivation, having trouble at home ‘ ‘Shut it!’ ‘I’ll take that as a yes. Chuckling’ While bickering 5 seconds have passed . 'I’ll let you have just don’t burn my stamina too much I got work it do after .' ‘Tsk , looks like see won’t be able to use the '.Empyean Blood Art! .’ Meredith demeanor change after Remi too over previous she was clam and general uncaring. Now not only dress in Blood red Battle armor , but had her favorite weapons summoned. Crimson Queen you never had the change to taste the blood of an immortal yet have you . ‘No master’Her halberd glowed in response. “Then let's get you a drink!!” said a undulating excitement ....... Meredith Walker former Federation general and know by those in the shadows are Madam Widow her presence and her organization was feared Having died at 86 she was sent to a world were spiritual Energy was possible to cultivate. Watch her climb realms and destroy them , along with her slightly crazier half Remi. All her journey at the end fight for the chance to be come a God all while taking a swig of Wine!. Come Read the Champions Wine System ! Read her Journey to God Hood!.