10582376967983858392050748672756920
My feet make no sound.
There's no ground, not really. Just... space beneath me. An endless, dark nothing.
But I walk anyway. Step by step. Thought by thought. Number by number.
10582376967983858392050748672756920.That's where I started. I think. Or maybe it started me.
10582376967983858392050748672756919.I say the number aloud, though no one's here to hear it. Maybe the void listens. Maybe it doesn't.
10582376967983858392050748672756918.It echoes anyway — not with sound, but memory.
10582376967983858392050748672756917.Each digit drops like a pebble into a bottomless ocean. Never a splash. Just... gone.
10582376967983858392050748672756916.I don't know how long I've been walking. My legs don't tire. My mouth doesn't dry. I just count.
10582376967983858392050748672756915.Down.
10582376967983858392050748672756914.Down.
10582376967983858392050748672756913.The numbers used to feel like progress. Now they feel like names of people I've never met.
10582376967983858392050748672756912.I think I remember colors. Or was that a dream?
10582376967983858392050748672756911.There's no time here. Just numbers.
10582376967983858392050748672756910.But I keep going.
Because that's all I have left.
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THUD.
My foot stops.My body jerks.A sound. A real sound.
I looked up and i saw it the dragon
There, in the endless dark, it slept.
Curled in silence so deep that not even echoes dared to exist.
The Abyssal Dragon lay coiled in the void, its massive body looping through nothingness like the remains of a shattered orbit. Its form was impossible to measure — vast and formless, shifting between substance and shadow with every passing second.
From a distance, it looked like a piece of the universe had curled in on itself and begun to breathe.
Slow. Deep.
Every exhale rippled through space like a dying star's final gasp. And in that breath was weight — not air, not mist, but memory. Whole galaxies trembled, not because it stirred, but because it dreamed.
Its wings were folded around it like a dying nebula — veils of broken time stitched with starlight and darkness. Occasionally, something shimmered in the gaps: a planet crushed long ago, a lost god's last scream, a flicker of color that had never existed before.
Its claws, larger than continents, were sunk deep into the formless fabric beneath it — a throne made of silence, resting on eternity.
And its eyes…
Closed.
But you could feel them behind the lids. Watching. Waiting.
at that moment Nathaniel did something unexpected lie down right next getting ready to fall asleep.
'I'm tired' he thought 'I'm an incomplete person I only know my first name and nothing else I know the things that I like but I don't know how to name them, I see no point trying to wake it up, it will probably wake me up or kill me when it wakes up, for now i just close my eyes and sucking up this Abyssal void.
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XXXX amount of time later
The void was quiet.
Still. Timeless.
The kind of silence that wraps around your soul like a blanket of cold nothing, where stars don't shine and thoughts drift like dust.
At the center of that silence, she slept.The Abyssal Dragon — coiled like a storm paused in motion. Her body was vast, ancient, unknowable — a shape too large for minds to hold, yet somehow peaceful in her rest.
She had been like this for... how long now? Eons? Longer? Time meant nothing here. It bent around her like it was too shy to interrupt.
And then—
A shimmer. A tear in the silence.
Not violent — just present. Like the universe suddenly remembered someone more important was supposed to be here.
Light drifted in, warm and soft, trailing stardust that twinkled and dissolved before touching anything.
He didn't crash in with divine force.He just… dropped in.
Floating gently down like a feather made of nebulae and calm.
Veldanava.The Dragon of Stars. A true dragon.The one who made time, magic, and matter — and then got bored enough to go exploring other Omniverse for a bit.
His sandals didn't make a sound when they touched the invisible floor of the void. His eyes, glowing like twin suns through mist, softened as he looked down at her.
"...Still sleeping, huh?"
He let out a breath — not exasperated, just fond. His voice didn't echo, but it didn't need to. The void heard him anyway.
He stepped closer, resting a hand on her massive snout. Even now, her body stretched farther than vision could hold — but she didn't move. Not yet.
"You always did love the quiet places," he murmured, brushing a thumb across a patch of her scales. They rippled, absorbing the light, like shadows dancing under the surface of deep water.
For a long while, he just stood there.
No divine mission. No war. No prophecy.
Just a brother checking in on his sister.
And somewhere, deep within her ancient form...
She exhaled.
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The void held its breath.
Veldanava stood beside his sister, the Abyssal Dragon, his presence a soft disruption in the stillness. Starlight shimmered across his scales, each one a fragment of sky — polished and radiant, patterned with shifting constellations that moved like they had their own will. He watched her sleep, a small smile playing on his lips — ancient and quiet.
"Still sleeping, huh…" he murmured again, his clawed fingers brushing over the curve of her snout like someone smoothing the folds of a well-worn blanket.
The silence wrapped around them like it always had. Eternal. Comfortable.
But then — something tugged at the edges of his awareness.
A presence. Smaller. Softer.
Not hostile. Not even hiding. Just… unnoticed. Until now.
He blinked slowly — a cosmic flicker.
His gaze drifted lower, along the curve of his sister's coiled form, and then—
"...Hm?"
Nestled between the folds of her vast body, like a mouse curled beside a sleeping god, lay someone else.
Not a dragon. Not a deity.Just… someone.
A small figure, wrapped in the quiet, breathing slowly — utterly still. Their aura faint, like candlelight in a hurricane, and yet… unbroken.
Veldanava tilted his head, starlight glimmering gently across his shimmering, celestial hide.
"How curious…" he whispered, voice more amused than concerned. "You've made a friend, sister?"
He stepped closer, kneeling slowly, the way you would near a fragile dream. His shadow passed over the figure, but the void did not stir.
And for just a moment…The most powerful being in existence simply watched.
A smile tugged at the edge of his lips.
"Looks like you're not the only one who likes quiet places."