Chapter 2
Before stars were born, before light learned how to travel, before the universe had a name, there existed only silence. In that endless quiet lived Saturn, the God of Time.
Saturn had no true shape. He was not made of flesh or fire. He was not bound to height or weight. He existed as time itself—flowing through every second, every moment, every future and every past at the same time. Where mortal beings walked forward through life one step at a time, Saturn stood still while all of existence moved around him.
To the universe, time was a road.
To Saturn, time was a vast ocean.
He could dive into any moment. He could rewrite a second or erase a century. Past and future were not separate to him. They were threads in the same endless fabric, and Saturn was the weaver who shaped them.
With a single thought, he could give birth to a new timeline. With silence alone, he could destroy one forever.
For countless ages, Saturn watched the universe grow. Galaxies bloomed. Stars lived and died. Civilizations rose and vanished like dust. Yet Saturn remained unchanged, untouched by decay, untouched by age, untouched by fear.
But balance always needs a guardian.
And so Saturn created a weapon.
Not of metal.
Not of fire.
But of time and space fused together.
It was both a blade and a key at once—sharp enough to cut through moments, strong enough to unlock sealed realities. With it, one could mend broken timelines or shatter them completely. With it, one could freeze entire worlds in silence or set eternity into motion.
Its name was spoken only in whispers across existence.
Timepusskatar.
The sound of its name carried power. Even speaking it caused time to tremble. Yet Saturn placed a great rule upon this weapon, a rule that no being could ever escape. Whoever wielded Timepusskatar would be allowed to act only inside one of the four main timelines that Saturn himself had created. No matter how powerful they became, this limit could never be broken.
This was Saturn's way of protecting creation from complete collapse.
For ages, the rule held.
Then Saturn sensed something strange.
Far from the center of all things, beyond the reach of ordinary stars, his gaze fell upon a lonely world turning slowly near the heart of a massive black hole. The planet was known as BH-3119. It drifted inside a realm where gravity crushed space and time bent into unnatural shapes. Near that black hole, seconds stretched into years, and years vanished in the blink of an eye.
Time did not flow normally there.
It fractured.
Inside that broken flow, something impossible happened.
Life appeared.
On BH-3119, creatures evolved that were not ruled by clocks or seasons. They did not grow old as others did. They did not fear the passing of days, because for them, time was not an enemy. It was a force they could feel, touch, and bend. These beings became known across hidden dimensions as the Timeaseans.
They lived in the endless darkness near the black hole, building shining cities of light and energy that floated where no ground existed. Their towers were shaped from folded time. Their bridges were made of frozen seconds. Their entire world was hidden from all outer galaxies, locked safely inside the shadow of the black hole.
The Timeaseans did not trade in gold or metal. They used something far more powerful.
Supereons.
Supereons were pure pieces of time energy, captured and refined. To the Timeaseans, they were wealth, power, life, and status all at once. The more Supereons one possessed, the greater their control over time became. Kings ruled with Supereons. Warriors fought using them. Even ordinary citizens stored them inside their bodies to extend their lives.
Time itself became their currency.
Their civilization grew strong. Their knowledge deepened. Their control over time expanded far beyond what Saturn had expected. Yet still, balance held.
Until one child was born.
His birth was silent. No explosion, no cosmic storm, no sign across the skies. And yet, at the exact moment his eyes opened for the first time, time itself shivered across BH-3119.
His name was Aeon.
From an early age, it was clear that Aeon was different from all other Timeaseans. While others sensed time like a flowing river, Aeon saw beyond the river's surface. He saw layers beneath it. Paths inside it. Doors hidden within the flow itself.
As he grew, his vision stretched into a place no Timeasean had ever reached before—the sixth dimension. He saw shapes without form, shadows without light, futures that shifted even while he watched them. He did not simply observe time. He understood it.
Supereons moved when Aeon was near, reacting to his presence as if they recognized him. Temporal energy bent toward his will even when he did nothing to command it. The elders of the Timeaseans began to whisper among themselves. Some felt pride. Others felt fear.
Aeon quickly surpassed every teacher. He could see multiple futures at once. He could stop the decay of Supereons. He could sense disturbances in distant timelines far beyond the black hole's reach.
Most disturbing of all, without knowing its name, he could feel the existence of Timepusskatar.
A pull.
A calling.
A destiny waiting to awaken.
As Aeon matured, questions began to grow inside him—questions that no Timeasean before him had ever dared to ask. Why were they bound to this single hidden world? Why could they feel time so deeply but never leave its grasp? And above all, who truly ruled the force they worshipped?
Far away in the realm beyond all moments, Saturn felt a tremor in the endless fabric of eternity. A single thread had begun to shake. It was faint, but it was real. That trembling came from BH-3119.
It came from Aeon.
For the first time in ages without number, Saturn felt concern.
Aeon was not merely powerful.
He was unnatural.
He was a being who could one day reach beyond the four timelines. One who could defy the rule placed upon Timepusskatar itself. One who might not only walk through time—but break it.
Yet Aeon did not yet understand the storm inside him. He was still only a child of a hidden world. He had not yet touched the blade. He had not yet challenged the god. He had not yet learned that his birth alone had already shifted destiny.
But the universe had begun to move around him.
Future paths blurred.
Timelines trembled.
And the perfect balance Saturn had guarded for countless ages began to crack.
Slowly.
Silently.
Inevitably.
And so began the story that would decide the fate of time itself.
To be continued…