Dreamscape Path!

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In the beginning, there was one realm: light and darkness. Then, an unforeseen explosion rippled outward. This event birthed nine unique universes within the original realm, all connected by black holes. After the explosion, the first eight universes formed; their atoms vibrated slowly, and life emerged in these universes only after many centuries had passed. Then came the last universe, the ninth. Its atoms shook with life and power.

It existed for only five hundred years before the first intellectual being was created. Those atoms circled and pieced together a creature well over ten feet tall, with divine gold blood that burned anything undivine. He was built with iron-like bones and muscle fibers capable of snapping realities. His skin was devoid of melanin. He had plump pink lips, a flared nose, gray eyes, a coarse, blond beard, and long, blond dreadlocks— an albino. He lifted his head to the sun that beamed above and took his first breath. Then he spoke the first word. A word that would define the universe, "Euphor."

The name was pulled from the divine atoms of life that surrounded him, but another voice answered, a softer, feminine version of his, "Pherein." He turned.

The creature was beautiful. Nine feet tall. A she. The darkness of a neuron void warped her skin, revealing the deepest melanin tone. Her curvature was woven from the breath of stars and the silence of galactic storms. Her body and Afro shimmered with threads of raw life. Her eyes were ancient, filled with knowing, not age.

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Pherein was his perfect counterpart, mate.

Together, they were newly made, their ability to understand and equate life was unnaturally sharp. Together, they made use of their time by naming the animals that lived among them, identifying the language they spoke, exploring the night skies, and recognizing planets, stars, and black holes, things that no human could see.

Their minds bloomed with ideas. Not to mention, they possessed supernatural abilities thanks to the atoms of power, which formed a spear-shaped ball inside them, enabling each to control natural elements. What they found between each other was more than love, an obsession. During this time, many children came. With each newborn Euphor seed, a piece of Pherein soul went with it.

Each child would then grow up and take on one of the many powers their mother and father shared, perfecting it. Euphor and Pherein, along with their children, lived a beautiful life until the disaster struck. Pherein's body gave its last sliver of her neuron soul to the baby, turning her to dust... For the first time, Euphor experienced grief.

Grief so large, it tilted the equilibrium of the ninth universe. Euphor no longer heard the call of his children; he no longer felt the warmth of their love. He was trapped, and a trapped deity creates evil.

A warping void surrounded him, disconnecting him from others, born of absence; an existence no deity intended to bear, birth the tenth universe, the Dark Realm. Inside this desolate place was Euphor, a creation named Dakkar, and the grief monsters that tormented his sleep.

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The only way out was if he connected with someone outside this desolate place! If Euphor connected with someone, it would be through their grief, but no one grieved the way Euphor did. He found no connections; he grew weak, and his own world began absorbing his very being! While Euphor grew old, his creation took his place. Until his dying days, Euphor was in search of an Imphorian creature like himself to connect with, to grieve with, to open the portal and set him free from the torment.

Euphor was gone now, and his death twisted the heart of his creation, Dakkar.

Twisted Dakkar's heart to the point of no return; his grief became hatred. Hatred of the generations of Imphorian that lived on the other side. Dakkar will then seek vengeance on those who lived within the ninth universe, the Euphorian universe. A powerful deity was all Dakkar needed to lure them to open the portal that shut off the Dark Realm from the rest.

So, he waited until the time was right... Meanwhile, with no mother or father to guide them, the second and third generations rose in their wake. They bore Euphor blood, but not his stillness. Among them stood eight of the brightest of his children, forged from motion, light, and memory. Where Euphor created the laws of the realm, most questioned them. Where Euphor shaped harmony, most of them sought chaos beyond it. So began the era of expansion.

To conquer, strip them bare, crush their kings or gods, return with proof— one godhead, one million slaves each.

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Most crossed black holes as if they were doorways. Most folded states like paper and mapped forgotten galaxies with their fingers. Each warlord and his inner group, comprising five to seven siblings, initiates a war against the creatures within. Among the eight warlord brothers was Yirin. Yirin accepted the command of his brothers with silence and reverence, even though he wished to protest, but he was the best in combat and strength. Known as Euphor's copy. He had no equal among the second and third generations, yet Yirin hesitated. Over time, after witnessing the fall of many kings, the perishing of kingdoms, and the destruction of their universe, Yirin saw Euphor's face reflected, not in flesh, but in defiance. Six of Yirin's brothers accomplished the takeover of the slower-developing universes.

The seventh warlord brother, his staged group of siblings, and his army of savage animals were defeated by the Angel-verse and its ruling deity, King Lumerian. It was Yirin's duty to explore the eighth universe, the Cosmos, find its civilization, kill its deity, and come back with one million enslaved. Yirin searched for years, willing to give up, until his attention was caught by a fragile blue world spiraling on the edge of a dusty galaxy, Earth.

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A planet of brilliant contradictions. Humanity stood on the edge of self-made extinction, yet still they dreamed. Yirin watched them destroy, build, and repeat until there was nothing left but despair. He descended. Yirin broke the boundary between his celestial realm and a mortal one. In doing so, he made a decision that would change humanity. Yirin did not destroy their fallen culture; he did not kill their kings or take slaves. He gave them atoms of power, fragments of the Imphorian people.

An offer in hopes of evolving what he saw as a species of potential. Of desperation. Of heart. Humans who survived would become something else entirely. Superhuman. A life where divine and mortal worlds bled into each other. Af ter planting the first seed of divinity into Earth's fractured soil, Yirin returned to the Euphoric realm, his mission only halfway complete. What he left behind would alter the course of human evolution, because Yirin wasn't the only one who saw potential, and he would not be the last to intervene...

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Time passed, and super-humans would rule over all major powers, creating a giant and unified entity: The World Government. Decades into this new timeline, a superhuman with dormant Imphorian healing abilities comes along. A young woman named Alyia McCoy. Her dormancy was her protection, yet a revelation to her society and the deities of Dreamscape above.