Kartik a young teenager boy with an average life his life changes when a weird dream come. Kartik was sleeping peacefully in his bed when the dream came.
It was not like other dreams—soft, fleeting, and easily forgotten. This one had weight. Depth. Darkness.
He found himself standing in a place where everything was black—not the comforting black of night, but an endless, swallowing darkness. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above his head. Only silence. Only void. As he looked around, his heart began to race, for even the darkness seemed alive, watching him.
Then, the darkness裂 open.
A portal bloomed before his eyes, tearing through the void like a wound in reality itself. Blue and black rays of light spiraled outward, pulsing with strange energy, glowing as if the universe itself were breathing. The light called to him—not with sound, but with an irresistible pull deep inside his body.
Kartik stepped forward.
Just as he reached out to enter the portal—
He woke up.
Gasping, he sat upright in his bed. Sunlight streamed through the window, and the familiar ticking of the clock brought him back to the ordinary world. His eyes widened when he saw the time.
"I'm late!" he muttered.
The dream faded, but the feeling did not.
He rushed through his morning—bathing quickly, pulling on his school uniform. His mother called out to him from the kitchen, reminding him to eat breakfast, but Kartik shook his head, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. Mounting his bicycle, he pedaled hard toward school, the image of the glowing portal still burning in his mind.
At school, he entered his classroom and found his friends, Dhruv and Eisha, already seated.
"Did you finish the homework?" Dhruv asked casually.
Kartik froze.
Homework.
Before he could respond, the teacher entered the classroom, and the lesson began. Words filled the room, chalk scratched against the board—but Kartik heard none of it. His thoughts were trapped in the dream, replaying the moment when the portal opened, when reality itself seemed to invite him in.
Suddenly, his teacher's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Kartik! Stand up and read from the book."
The room went silent.
Kartik stood, his heart pounding. He stared at the page, but the words meant nothing. He had no idea what the teacher had been explaining.
The teacher frowned.
"Where have you been lost these past two or three days?" she asked sharply.
Kartik said nothing. Silence became his answer.
After school, Dhruv and Eisha walked with him, concern written on their faces.
"You've been somewhere else lately," Eisha said gently.
Kartik finally told them everything—the darkness, the portal, the dreams that had haunted him for days.
Dhruv laughed nervously. "You're overstressed, man. You need rest. Maybe a holiday… or at least a break."
Eisha nodded. "He's right. These holidays, take time for yourself. We could even go on a picnic."
Their words made sense. Kartik dropped them at their homes and rode back alone, convincing himself that stress was the only explanation.
At home, he removed his shoes, climbed the stairs, and changed his clothes. Lying on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, replaying his friends' advice. Finally, he decided the best thing to do was something simple—something normal.
Homework.
Before he could start his work kartik mother calls him to eat the dinner kartik walk down stair and eat the dinner with his family his parents and his younger brother Ohan he felt relax and happy after the dinner he come back and sat at his desk, opened his notebook, and began writing. The familiar scratch of pen on paper calmed him—until his eraser slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, rolling beneath the bed.
Sighing, Kartik bent down to retrieve it.
And then he saw it.
Beneath his bed, where dust and shadows should have been, a portal shimmered—alive with energy. Blue and black lightning twisted together, humming with power, brighter and more real than any dream.
Before he could scream, kartik.
Pulled forward by an unseen force, Kartik fell into the portal.
He was floating—encased in a bubble of light, drifting through something vast and endless, like the heart of the universe itself. Stars rushed past him. Blue and black lights spiraled around him, and he kept falling… deeper and deeper… into the unknown. 🌌