I had been drifting through space for an unknown amount of time.
Nothing changed. Nothing moved. Nothing answered.
Until something finally did.
It came like a pulse.
Not light. Not sound.
A wave of gamma radiation passed through me, but this time… it felt different.
Structured.
Intentional.
Until now, radiation had always been just… background. Something I could sense easily as a planet, something that flowed through me without meaning.
But this—
This carried information.
I focused on it.
Carefully.
It wasn't just a random signal.
It was a message.
An announcement.
An invitation.
"To all multidimensional beings.
The Dark Bazaar is open.
It will close after 666 Latelion cycles.
Enter the Bazaar through your manifestation."
The moment I finished understanding it—
Space around me trembled.
The radiation shifted violently, and right in front of me, the darkness itself cracked open.
A fissure.
Black… deeper than the void itself.
I froze.
From what I could understand, a "bazaar" was a place of exchange. Buying. Selling. Trading.
But none of that made sense here.
How could something like that exist in this empty space?
And more importantly—
How was information being transmitted through gamma radiation like this?
Even when I was human, I had read about radiation.
But this…
This was far beyond anything a human could understand.
Still, I wasn't human anymore.
And as a planet, I could feel the difference.
The radiation that formed this message was not the same as the natural radiation drifting through space.
It was… modified.
Controlled.
Refined into something that could carry meaning across the void.
Which meant one thing.
There were beings out there far more advanced than anything I had imagined.
I focused back on the message.
"Multidimensional beings… manifestation… Latelion…"
None of those terms made complete sense.
Being alone like this—
It made understanding things much harder.
No matter how much I thought about it, I wouldn't get answers here.
There was only one way.
I had to go.
My attention shifted toward the fissure.
It wasn't large.
In fact, compared to me, it was insignificant.
There was no way my actual body could pass through it.
Which meant…
"Manifestation…"
The word stayed in my thoughts.
Was it something like the "soul projection" I had read about in novels?
A separate body?
A controlled form?
I didn't know.
But I had to try.
At first, I used the only thing I was familiar with.
Telekinesis.
I gathered my force and tried to shape it.
A simple form.
A small stone.
Something round.
Nothing happened.
The force moved.
It lifted.
But it didn't form.
I tried again.
And again.
Still nothing.
My telekinesis was strong enough to lift rocks, to move fragments of my own surface.
But shaping it—
Controlling it with precision—
That was something else entirely.
And even if I succeeded…
How would I send it through the fissure?
How would I control it at a distance?
I had no answers.
Still, stopping wasn't an option.
Time passed.
I didn't know how much.
It didn't matter anymore.
I kept trying.
Over and over again.
But nothing changed.
Eventually, I stopped.
Not because I gave up.
But because I realized something.
The problem wasn't just strength.
It was control.
My telekinesis already acted like my senses.
I could extend it outward.
Scan space.
Lift objects.
Even reach far beyond my own body.
I had even tried pushing it into the fissure.
But the closer it got—
The more unstable it became.
Until it simply broke apart.
So strength wasn't the issue.
Range wasn't the issue.
Control was.
I thought about improving it the usual way.
Repetition.
Practice.
Time.
But how much time?
The message mentioned "666 Latelion cycles."
I didn't even know what that meant.
It could already be running out.
I couldn't rely on slow improvement.
I had to think differently.
Not as a planet.
But as a human.
If I were still human…
How would I do this?
Meditation.
Focus.
Concentration.
Reducing distractions.
I had tried that already.
But the results were slow.
Too slow.
Then another thought appeared.
When I first became this planet…
I didn't feel weak.
I felt overwhelming.
The amount of power within me—
Even in this dying state—
Was beyond anything a human body could ever contain.
Compared to this…
A human body felt like a cage.
Right now, I could see everything.
Feel everything.
Control everything within my range.
I didn't need to breathe.
Didn't need to eat.
Didn't feel exhaustion.
So why—
Why was I struggling to do something that a "weak" human in novels could achieve?
That didn't make sense.
Then it clicked.
Humans were weak.
Limited.
Restricted.
And because of that…
They could focus.
I wasn't limited.
I was everywhere.
And because of that—
I couldn't focus on anything.
That was the problem.
I was trying to control everything at once.
So instead…
I needed to reduce.
I began to pull my awareness inward.
My telekinetic field, which had been spread across a massive area, started shrinking.
Slowly.
Gradually.
It resisted.
Not physically—
But mentally.
It felt unnatural.
Like trying to ignore most of my own existence.
Still, I continued.
The field contracted further.
And further.
Until it reached my surface.
Then—
It went inside.
Everything compressed.
At that point, it stopped shrinking.
Not because I chose to stop—
But because it couldn't go any further.
It had reached its limit.
A dense layer.
A concentrated field wrapped tightly around me.
Then I made the next move.
I cut off everything else.
All my attention—
All my awareness—
I forced it into a single direction.
The fissure.
For the first time—
Everything became clear.
My control changed instantly.
The same telekinetic force that struggled to lift a small rock—
Now crushed through stone without resistance.
A mountain cracked.
Then shattered.
Not because I became stronger.
But because I finally became focused.
I held that state.
Didn't let it scatter.
Didn't let it expand again.
Then I began shaping it.
Slowly.
Carefully.
A form.
Not random.
Not unstable.
A human.
My old body.
It wasn't perfect.
But it didn't need to be.
The shape stabilized.
Condensed.
Solid.
Dense enough to break through stone.
Stable enough to exist on its own.
For the first time—
I had a separate body.
It was still connected to me.
But it wasn't me entirely.
I tested it.
I moved it away.
It drifted through space.
Further.
And further.
I waited for the connection to weaken.
It didn't.
Distance didn't matter.
Control didn't fade.
It was as if the connection between us didn't depend on space at all.
I observed through it.
The perspective was different.
But familiar.
Still 360 awareness.
Still not human senses.
But it didn't matter.
This wasn't about becoming human again.
This was about control.
And I had achieved it.
Compared to before—
This was a complete transformation.
I wasn't lacking anymore.
I was simply using my existence incorrectly.
Now—
I understood.
With everything ready—
I turned toward the fissure.
It was time.
I moved the manifested body forward.
And sent it into the crack.