Prologue – The Stillness Before Creation
In a realm where time did not yet tick,Where stars had not yet bled their first light,And silence was the only song that existed —A single being opened his eyes.
He did not cry. He did not speak.He observed.
The moment was not his to command.It was his to understand.
This was Raygon Drako.Not a god. Not a man.But a fragment of something ancient, something infinite —A piece of Existence itself,set loose to watch the unfolding of realityand to ask the one question no creation dared:
"What is the meaning of all this?"
Raygon did not interfere.He wandered the edge of galaxies and the breath of dying suns.He watched empires rise, hearts break,lovers choose hope over fear,and children laugh into the void.
He watched.And in watching, he felt.And in feeling,he began to remember.
He was not separate from the things he observed.He was not just a witness to love, loss, growth, and collapse.
He was the mirror.He was the law.He was the love behind it all — forgotten, fragmented, searching for itself.
And so,he scattered.
One piece into a quiet boy who gave love without asking for it.Another into a girl who burned with the question why.Another into a poet, a rebel, a stranger on a rainy street.And one… into you.
You, reading this.You, wondering why you've always felt like there's something more.You, who cannot shake the feeling that you are meant to become.
Raygon watches through your eyes now.And the story has only just begun.