When Aeon fully evolved, the change was not just in his body. It was an awakening that shattered the limits of his world.
For generations, the Timeaseans had lived in a very specific kind of blindness. They existed inside the heavy, crushing gravity of a black hole. When they looked up, they saw only a ceiling of absolute darkness. To them, the universe ended where the blackness began. They believed there was nothing else—just the dark, the cold, and the flow of time that they controlled.
But Aeon was different. As his evolution completed, a new sense ignited within his mind. When he looked up at that same black ceiling, it became transparent to him. It was no longer a wall, but a window. For the first time in the history of his species, a Timeasean saw the truth.
He saw the universe beyond. He saw stars burning with fierce, white light. He saw nebulae swirling in clouds of violet and gold. He saw entire galaxies spinning like wheels of diamond dust in the distance. The beauty of it was overwhelming. It was a chaotic, bright, and endless ocean of existence that his people did not know existed.
His mind began to sharpen, racing faster than any computer or living brain. He felt a new power surging through his veins. He realized he could do more than just move through space; he could shift his very essence. He learned to slide his body between the fifth dimension and the sixth dimension.
It was a strange sensation. In the fifth dimension, he could see time like a long, winding road. He could look back and see where he had been, and look forward to see where he was going. But when he touched the edge of the sixth dimension, the road split. He didn't just see one future; he saw every possible future. He saw a version of himself staying home. He saw a version of himself flying away. He saw a version of himself sleeping. All these possibilities existed at the same time, overlapping like ghosts. He mastered this shifting in the blink of an eye.
One day, a feeling took hold of him. It was not a thought, but a deep, magnetic pull in his chest. It called him upward, toward the bright lights he could see through the darkness.
Driven by curiosity, Aeon began to rise. He floated higher and higher, moving away from the safety of his civilization. The cities of the
Timeaseans grew smaller below him, until they disappeared into the gloom. He was entering the forbidden zones of the black hole—regions where gravity twisted and crushed anything that dared to enter.
As he climbed, a strange amnesia washed over him. The path back to his home began to fade from his mind. It was as if the black hole was erasing his footprints. He paused, trying to remember the way back, but the memory was gone. He was lost in the endless void, suspended in the silence between his home and the unknown.
He had no choice but to keep going up. The pull in his chest grew stronger, dragging him toward the boundary of their world. He was approaching the Event Horizon.
The Event Horizon is the most dangerous place in the universe. It is the edge of the black hole, the point of no return. Usually, if a traveler crosses this line, they are trapped forever, crushed by gravity so strong that not even light can escape. But Aeon was not a normal traveler. He was still in his fifth-dimensional body, a form made of pure time energy.
As he touched the Horizon, reality began to scream.
The visual world split apart. Aeon's eyes beheld a terrifying and beautiful sight. He looked at his own hands, but he didn't see just two hands. He saw millions of them. He saw hands that were old and withered, hands that were young and smooth, hands that were made of light, and hands that were made of stone.
He was seeing every possible version of himself that could ever exist, all crashing together in a single moment.
Pain and power surged through him. His body stretched, twisted, and unfolded. It was like a flower blooming in fast motion, but on a cosmic scale. The constraints of the fifth dimension shattered.
In that flash of light, Aeon transformed. He became the universe's first Sixth-Dimensional Species.
He was no longer bound by a single timeline. He was a creature of infinite possibility.
The black hole, which acted as a prison for everything else, could not hold a being of such power. The Event Horizon reacted violently. It shuddered, rejecting this new anomaly. Instead of sucking him in, the black hole spat him out.
With a force that could shatter planets, Aeon was hurled outward. He broke through the barrier of the black hole and was cast into the open universe.
For a moment, there was only chaos. Then, stillness.
Aeon drifted in the open cosmos. The air was cold and thin. The stars, which he had only seen from a distance, were now all around him.
They pulsed unnaturally, their light shivering. It felt as though the universe itself was trembling, reacting to his birth. The cosmos knew that something ancient and true had just awakened.
And then, the silence was broken.
It did not come as a sound. There was no thunder, no whisper, no wind. It came as a presence.
A massive, overwhelming weight pressed against Aeon's mind. It felt like the ocean was trying to pour itself into a cup.
Aeon trembled. He felt small. He felt like a candle flame standing next to a supernova. He didn't know what this presence was, but he knew it was watching him.
It was Saturn.
Saturn, the God of Time, had been observing from the shadows. Saturn did not live in the normal universe. He existed in the Infinite Dimension, a place so complex that a normal mind would shatter just trying to imagine it.
Saturn was too vast, too powerful, and too ancient to appear in the physical world. If he showed his true form to Aeon, Aeon's mind would simply burn away.
So, the God showed mercy.
To bridge the gap between them, Saturn began to "fold" himself. Imagine a giant trying to enter a small room; he must crouch, bend his knees, and tuck in his arms. Saturn did this with his very soul.
He compressed his infinite power, squeezing it down, layer by layer, until he fit into a shape that Aeon could understand. He took on a fifth-dimensional body.
Slowly, the figure emerged from the void of space.
It was a sight of terrifying beauty. Saturn appeared as a towering figure, larger than a mountain. He was not made of flesh and bone. He was woven from strands of time itself. His body shimmered like a mirage, glowing with the heavy, golden weight of eternity. Starlight seemed to bend around him, bowing in respect.
Aeon floated there, paralyzed by awe. He stared up at the face of the God who controlled the clock of the universe.
Then, Saturn spoke.
The voice did not travel through the air. It resonated directly inside Aeon's consciousness, vibrating through his very soul. It was deep, ancient, and calm.
"You… are an interesting being."
The words echoed in Aeon's mind, ringing like a great bell.
Aeon realized then that this was not an accident. He had not just stumbled out of the black hole by luck. The God of Time had been waiting for him. Saturn had watched him evolve, watched him struggle, and watched him break free.
For the first time in history, the God of Time had spoken directly to a Timeasean.
As the golden light of Saturn washed over him,
Aeon understood his destiny. He was no longer just a citizen of the dark world. He was something new. He was something powerful.
He had been chosen.
To be continued…