Wayward

The Story

Above the worlds we know—higher than galaxies, older than time’s first spark—lies a universe not of matter, but of pure thought. Here, ideas breathe, compete, and endure, shaping realities that trickle downward into every cosmos.

It is a place without clocks, without boundaries, where beginnings and endings dissolve into one eternal rhythm. Within its shifting expanse, patterns emerge: whispers of conflict, of harmony, of cycles so vast they eclipse even the imagination of gods. The figures who walk here—enigmatic, nameless—are not bound by human histories, yet their presence echoes across them all.

The world of ideas is no sanctuary. It is a crucible where the raw essence of being itself is tested. Each thought is a weapon, each spark of will a seed of creation or destruction. What rises here may become the framework for universes; what falls is forgotten as though it never was. No answer is final, for even truth is provisional—fragile as light, enduring as silence.

Lyrical, mysterious, and unmoored from the ordinary, Wayward is not a story of one time or one place, but of the restless tension at the heart of existence: the endless struggle between order, chaos, and the dream of renewal.

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