Mirov Chapter 3
They had crossed into a different universe—
but what they found was a realm that defied every law, every pattern, and every definition of reality they had ever known.
This was not the universe of matter and space, but of perception and paradox.
Their minds, overwhelmed by unfamiliar stimuli, struggled to make sense of it—reshaping the incomprehensible into familiar forms.
But what they saw was not what was.
Their consciousness betrayed them, creating illusions so convincing that truth and imagination became indistinguishable.
In this strange cosmos, there was no space, yet distances existed—immeasurable and infinite.
Travel did not require ships or engines; thought itself bridged galaxies in the blink of an eye.
The universe was divided into countless pockets, each ruled by a distinct race.
But three great civilizations—the Pascians, the Gravores, and the Scandies—dominated more than half of existence, bound together by rivalry, conquest, and ancient hatred.
Among them, in a hidden cluster, lived the Adriusinons—the most advanced and enigmatic species of all.
They had mastered science beyond imagination, and to them, their own universe felt imperfect—a flawed design they intended to remake.
For centuries, they worked to construct a Cosmic Engine—a device capable of redesigning the fabric of reality itself.
But during its first trial, a devastating anomaly occurred:
the collapse of a shadow universe, giving birth to the colossal void that Earth scientists would one day call The Boötes Void—a cosmic scar stretching over three hundred million light-years.
Horrified, the Adriusinons tried to correct their mistake.
But word of the engine reached the Pascians, Gravores, and Scandies—who, fearing its power, united for the first time in history.
Their alliance forged the most cataclysmic war their cosmos had ever witnessed.
Though far superior in intellect, the Adriusinons could not withstand the combined might of their enemies.
Facing extinction, they shattered the Cosmic Engine into four fragments—scattering them across the deadliest corners of the universe, so that only a complete reunion could ever awaken it again.
The victors each claimed a fragment.
But the engine was useless unless whole—and none trusted the others enough to complete it.
Centuries passed. Wars faded into silence.
Until the hunger for creation returned.
The Scandies and Gravores sought to reshape existence in their image—
while the Pascians, fearing that any change might collapse not only their realm but also the fragile human universe, vowed to prevent the engine’s reassembly at all costs.
And for that, they turned to the one kind of being no one had anticipated—
humans: anomalies in this vast system, unconnected, unpredictable, and therefore, uniquely capable.
But if sight could lie,
if sound could deceive,
and if thought itself could be an illusion—
what truth could they really trust?
When the mind becomes both the creator and the destroyer of reality,
the final revelation is inevitable:
Everything they saw was real… only because they believed it was.

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