"The light that forgets itself will wander, but the song that remembers will awaken; woven in time, reverberating in dreams, sung by the stars."
Chapter 1: Origin
In the infinite sprawl of Galaxy ML737, Universe C-1.6 , among the cold glimmers of white and blue, there burned a singular anomaly— a green star.
Born without a memory, the star was simply Maya, a soul cradled in emerald fire. Unlike the others, Maya pulsed not just with light but with a peculiar awareness, watching as eons unfolded in the symphony of the cosmos.
For millions of years, Maya drifted in solitude, scanning the infinite horizons for a reflection of its own green brilliance. Yet, no kindred stars answered its silent call. Curiosity swelled into longing, and longing into resolve. It yearned to know more than light and distance; to touch, to feel, to transform.
One quiet cycle, Maya made its first leap. With a shimmer that bent the fabric of space-time, it descended to one of the little and quiet, barren planets orbiting its solar system. Maya took form not as a body but as a great, wandering cloud, rolling over jagged landscapes, learning the art of existence in new dimensions. The stones whispered their secrets, the winds carried tales of endless movement, and the rivers of silver waters reflected infinite possibilities.
Maya began to experiment. It used stone to carve crude reflections of its own glow, then light to give them motion. But these forms were fleeting, collapsing back into the lifeless matter from which they sprang. Still, Maya persisted. In these acts of creation, it discovered its second gift: the ability to transform itself into light, a vessel that could transcend time and space.
But transformation came with a cost. Each leap across dimensions unraveled pieces of its memory, leaving threads of itself scattered across the cosmos. Yet, whenever Maya gazed upon the light of any star, fragments of its essence returned, flickering like a forgotten melody.
It was then that Maya resolved to journey farther—to seek not just green stars but other forms of existence. It left its home system, launching into the vast, uncharted expanse of the universe.
In the deep silence of the void, where only the hum of creation lingered, Maya burned with two truths: it was alone, and it was infinite.
Chapter 2: Life on Ora
Maya roamed the cosmos, an unleashed green flame, gliding between nebulas and orbiting the forgotten bones of dying stars. She had seen so much—planets engulfed in storms, moons singing with the echoes of their creation—but none of it stirred the core of her being. Then, on a golden world shrouded in scarlet clouds, Maya saw something entirely new: life.
Maya descended upon planet Ora like a whisper of stardust, its emerald light flickering against the canvas of its endless purple skies. Below, golden seas stretched in shimmering waves, reflecting the twin brilliance of its sister world hanging on the skies—Eki, a planet wrapped in mystery, its surface flowing with deep blue liquid, neither water nor light, but something in between. The two planets moved in an eternal waltz around their sun, locked in a silent conversation of gravity and glow.
Ora pulsed with vibrancy, its lands alive with crystalline forests and luminous rivers that sang as they flowed. Life here moved in rhythms unknown to Maya, its creatures sculpted by golden tides and skies that deepened into violet dusk. He drifted, absorbing the hum of his existence, eager to learn what the fabric of Ora's life could teach him about the great cosmic design.
It began as a glimmer, a flicker in the waters of a distant golden ocean. Shapes, soft and fluid, moved of their own accord, weaving patterns beneath the waves. These creatures were fragile, yet their defiance against stillness astonished Maya. For the first time, it felt a spark of something beyond curiosity—a yearning to understand this delicate miracle.
In Ora, Maya’s delight was boundless. It adored the way red trees reached for the sky, the grace of microbes as they floated in the air, and the enigmatic beauty of green jellyfish, floating like liquid stars in the depths of the golden seas. These forms seemed like secrets whispered directly to Maya’s soul.
Here, in this strange and fertile world, Maya practiced tirelessly. It learned to mimic beings with crystalline bodies that shimmered like prisms under their twin suns. Though its forms remained fleeting, Maya marveled at the artistry of these creations, each one a testament to Ora’s infinite imagination.
These crystalline beings lived in harmony with the planet, their light blending into the natural rhythms of Ora. Maya was captivated by their existence and stayed for what felt like centuries, learning their language of vibrations and light. It was from Ora that Maya truly learned the art of transformation, watching how the beings effortlessly merged and evolved with their surroundings.
Maya’s spirit was too light, too vast to hold the fragile intricacies of these beings. Each attempt to mold itself into their forms collapsed under its own impossibility. Yet, Maya laughed, an echo that rippled across the waters. There was joy in trying, in the act of creating, even in failure.
In Ora’s quiet, breathing landscapes, Maya felt something entirely new: belonging.
Yet, despite Ora’s beauty, something tugged at Maya— a whisper from the farthest reaches of its being. It was not finished seeking. As much as it loved Ora, there was another path to walk, millions of planets to explore. And so, with a bittersweet farewell, Maya ascended back into the vastness of the cosmos.
Chapter 3: Zaon
Maya drifted through the vast currents of the cosmos, a wandering ember in the sea of stars. The universe unfolded before him in endless motion—worlds of ice, worlds of fire, gas giants swirling in silent storms, barren rocks frozen in time.
Yet, among the celestial dance, one beacon called to him above all others. Zaon. A golden star, pulsing with an ancient rhythm, encircled by a family of planets both restless and still. Maya felt the pull, drawn to its warmth, its knowing presence. Zaon was no ordinary star—it was alive, ancient, and wise. Maya, drawn to its brilliance, approached the Sun with a question it had carried for eons:
—What am I?
Zaon answered not with words but with light. Maya was enveloped in a searing brilliance, a kaleidoscope of memories and energy. In this psychedelic communion, Zaon shared fragments of its own existence—its birth from cosmic dust, the formation of its planets, and the spark of something remarkable on one of them: potential life.
Maya, awestruck, spoke for the first time in its star-born tongue.
—Zaon, I am a green star. I am like you, and yet I am not. What are these beings you showed me?
Zaon, for all its wisdom, did not believe Maya was truly a green star.
— I have never seen a green star, Maya. Show me your light if you are like me.
Challenged and curious, Maya consented. Maya entered in the form of a green cloud into Zaon’s core, exchanging their light and memories in a cosmic dance. The experience was overwhelming, a vortex of color and sound that defied comprehension. Maya saw not just the Sun’s memories but glimpses of its own origin, buried deep within the folds of time.
Zaon kept going. Not in words, but in visions—unraveling time like a thread, revealing the silent ballet of its orbiting worlds. Some veiled in thick clouds, others dry and lifeless, whispering of forgotten storms. But then, a flicker—subtle, almost imperceptible. A single world where something stirred beneath the skies. Eta, not yet a symphony, not yet awake—but waiting.
—Zaon, —Maya whispered through the light, —I must see them for myself.
Zaon gave its blessing, sending Maya toward the third planet in its orbit—Eta, a world of transformation. But Zaon warned Maya:
—The creatures that will inhabit Eta are not like the life forms you have known. They are mirrors. They will show you what you are and what you are not. If you go to Eta, you will change, and you will never be the same again.”
Chapter 4: Eta
Maya entered Eta gently, its form dissolving into a mist as it touched the surface of the young planet. This world was unlike Ora, whose crystalline beings had danced in harmonious light. Eta was raw—a symphony still waiting to be composed, a vast empty canvas.
The planet was quiet, yet alive in its silence. Water stretched endlessly, caressing shores of jagged stone. The air was thick with the whispers of potential, a hum beneath the stillness. Maya drifted across the waters, marveling at their shimmering depths, the way they caught the sunlight and broke it into infinite sparkles.
For the first time, Maya felt love. It reminded of that feeling of belonging.
The blue turquoise water held Maya’s form like a cradle, its cool touch soothing and welcoming. It was more than an element; it was a memory of something eternal, something shared across all existence. Maya rested on the surface, allowing itself to dissolve further, becoming one with the ebb and flow of Eta’s oceans.
As Maya rested, it began to dream.
In its dream, Maya saw colors and shapes it had never imagined: spirals forming in the water, tendrils stretching out like curious fingers, and stones glimmering with a strange, internal glow. These shapes began to move, first slowly, then with purpose. They intertwined, split apart, and multiplied, becoming the first sparks of life.
Maya awoke, startled by the vividness of its vision. Gazing into the water below, it saw the beginnings of something extraordinary— tiny, delicate forms floating in the shallows. These were rocks that could breath, whose breath produced the first beings, life forms born from the dream Maya had while resting in the embrace of Eta’s waters.
The stromatolites were simple yet profound, tiny architects of life that would shape the planet’s future. Maya watched them for what felt like eons, fascinated by their ability to grow, change, and create. Each one seemed to carry a fragment of Maya’s dream, spreading it across the waters and into the stones.
But Maya's dream didn't end there.
It wandered the planet, planting seeds of imagination wherever it went. On the barren stones, it left traces of its essence, sparking the evolution of new life forms. In the deep waters, it wove patterns that would one day inspire the green jellyfish it so admired. And in the gentle currents of the wind, it whispered ideas that would one day become birds, soaring free above the earth.
Maya, enchanted by the smallest details of life, transformed into a tiny green bee to explore Eta’s blooming world. As a bee, she danced through wildflowers and followed the hum of creation, pollinating her dream as she moved. The bee became Maya’s favorite form, a living thread of connection between plants, creatures, and the sun.
Maya didn’t create life directly; instead, it inspired it, leaving behind a trail of possibility for Eta to follow. Each act was born not from design but from belonging—a deep, resonant connection to the planet and its potential.
Eta responded in kind. Its waters grew richer, its skies clearer, and its stones began to hum with the vibrations of Maya’s presence. The planet itself seemed to awaken, breathing in harmony with its celestial guest.
For a time, Maya was content. Eta was young and full of promise, and Maya’s dream had taken root in its very essence. Yet, as always, curiosity stirred within Maya’s soul.
He looked at the sky, at the other planets in the Zaon system, and wondered: What else could inspire me? What else could I learn?
With a wistful glance at the stromatolites below, Maya decided to venture beyond Eta, exploring Zaon’s domain in search of new elements, new dreams, and new understandings.
Unbeknownst to Maya, its absence would give Eta the space it needed to flourish, evolving slowly yet surely toward a future where new beings —ones that could look to the stars— would emerge.
Chapter 5: Umans
Maya leapt from Eta with the grace of light cutting through water, her green glow soaring across the Zaon system. Each planet in the system offered treasures—glowing gases in one, dancing rings in another—but none captured Maya’s heart like Eta had. Still, curiosity drove her onward, gathering inspiration from each element.
On a crimson world of shifting sands, Maya found metals that hummed in resonance with its energy. On a pale, ice-bound sphere, it tasted the sharp “purity of frozen time. Each encounter enriched Maya’s dreams, expanding its understanding of creation. When it finally returned to Eta, it carried the essence of Zaon’s children within itself, ready to weave new wonders into the planet’s tapestry.
But something had changed.
As Maya descended through the atmosphere, it sensed a strange energy radiating from the planet’s surface—an energy unlike anything it had encountered before. Eta, once a symphony of water, stone, and burgeoning life, now thrummed with a new rhythm: the heartbeat of creatures that walked upright, their forms reminiscent of those Maya had glimpsed in Zaon’s memories.
Umans.
Maya observed them from a distance, curious and cautious. They were unlike the flowing stromatolites or the graceful jellyfish it adored. These beings moved with purpose, their limbs precise, their eyes scanning the horizon as though seeking something beyond their grasp.
Maya wondered: Who created them?
In the sunlight, Maya saw the faint echo of an unknown design: an intricate alteration of the genetic patterns she had left behind in the primeval waters of Eta. The Umans were not Maya’s dream. Their existence was deliberate, their creation intentional. Someone had shaped them, weaving their DNA with an elegance that bordered on arrogance.
Curiosity was brighter than ever. Maya cautiously approached, changing her form to resemble the wind. The Umans sensed her presence, trembling at her passing, but could not see her. Maya watched them closely, marveling at their ingenuity and adaptability. They built stone shelters, created fire to banish the night, and gazed at the stars with a longing that Maya recognized in herself.
Yet there was something fragile about them. Their skin burned under Zaon’s light, their bodies weakened without food or water, and their minds wrestled with fears Maya could barely comprehend. They used to gather in groups and were learning to kill for food and fight for the first time against others. Maya felt a strange urge to protect them, to share its knowledge and ease their struggles.
One day, Maya revealed herself to a lone woman at the water’s edge. Taking the tainted form of the uman’s reflection, Maya mirrored her every movement, her green essence shimmering like the ripples on the surface. The uman froze, her eyes wide with wonder and fear. As they reached out, Maya touched the tip of her finger, and in that instant, the uman’s mind exploded with color, sound, and vision.
Through the psychedelic haze, the Uman saw the vastness of the universe, the interconnectedness of all life, and the green glow of Maya's soul. Everyone around her fell to their knees, tears in their eyes, overwhelmed by the beauty and immensity of what they had experienced.
Word of the green reflection spread quickly, and others came to the water's edge seeking Maya's touch. Each encounter deepened their understanding of space-time and their place in it. These Umans, touched by Maya, became seekers of knowledge, builders of beautiful organic structures, and keepers of the secrets of the stars. They called themselves Maya, after the being who had opened their minds.
But not all Umans accepted Maya's gifts. Some feared her power and called it an illusion, a trick of light meant to deceive and confuse. These Umans, in their fear, turned away from Maya's teachings and took refuge in distant lands; in the shadows of their own making.
Yet, despite her efforts, one question lingered in Maya's mind: who had created these Umans? The design of their DNA was too precise, too deliberate. Somewhere in the vastness of space-time, the answer was waiting.
For now, Maya remained on Eta, weaving her dreams into the fabric of humanity, even as she prepared for a new journey: to seek out the creators of these extraordinary beings and uncover the truth behind their origins.
Chapter 6: Birth
One day, deep within Eta, Maya heard a hum echoing from long and followed mesmerized, finding a hidden lagoon— its waters glimmering with a soft, magical light that pulsed like a heartbeat. This place, untouched by time, was the home of Mother Turtle, the ancient guardian of life. Maya, in its shimmering form of green light, descended into the lagoon, its essence merging briefly with the water before reemerging as a glowing silhouette.
The turtle introduced herself without showing up by a song, nor words.
—“Mother Turtle” —Maya called softly, her voice rippling through the air like a chant.
The water parted, revealing the colossal form of Mother Turtle. Her shell shimmered with patterns of stars and galaxies, each groove a chapter in the story of creation. Her eyes, deep as the universe, regarded Maya with infinite wisdom.
—“Why are you looking for me, little star?” —she asked, her voice slow and resonant.
—I want to become a Uman —Maya replied. To walk among them, to understand their nature and to guide them towards the light of the cosmos. Would you grant me an egg to take its form?
The Mother Turtle tilted her head thoughtfully.
—And what form will you take if I accept?
—I want to be a woman —Maya said without hesitation. Women carry the essence of life. Their connection to creation reflects the stars.
The Mother Turtle laughed softly, her laughter like waves lapping at the shore
—Wise words, now listen carefully. To be a woman is to carry the weight of creation in your bones, Eta's greatest power. You, with your spirit of light, would feel bound by the responsibilities of nurturing with such power. A man's path is freer, not limited by the cycles of life, but able to offer his strength to nurture others. You are a creator already, like a woman; being man is Eta's lesson and gift for you.
Maya pondered the turtle's words, its ancient wisdom sinking deep into her being.
—Then I will become a man, but with a heart that honors creation —Maya decided.
The Mother Turtle nodded and dove briefly, returning with an egg that glowed in the soft light of the lagoon.
—This egg contains the essence of Eta, its moon, and dust from nearby planets, mixed with the star dust of your origin. From it you will be born, and at your birth, Eta will get a piece of the stars.
Maya stepped into the egg, allowing her green energy to merge with the golden light of the shell. Moments later, the egg began to crack and from it emerged Maya, an uman, standing tall but with the glow of her stellar birthright. Her hair shone dark and silky, her form slender and lithe, her eyes reflecting the infinite depths of space.
Standing on Uman feet for the first time, Maya felt the pulse of the Earth beneath her and the steady beat of her new Uman heart. She exhaled, taking in the weight of existence, marveling at the sensations of being bound by flesh.
Maya's first act as a Uman was to share the gift of space-time awareness with other Umans.
Through gentle touch, she offered the Umans glimpses of the cosmos: visions of stars being born, the spirals of galaxies, and the interconnected nature of existence. These kaleidoscopic experiences awakened their understanding of space and time, provoking wonder and curiosity.
Undeterred, Maya continued to guide those who watched her and gave them tools to survive. She taught them to weave cloth to protect themselves from the light of Zaon and to make hats inspired by the trees and jellyfish that Maya loved so much. She shared the secrets of the stars and revealed the cycles of the sun and moon.
It showed them how to map the stars, using their movements to navigate and mark the passage of time. It taught them the importance of collaboration, how the harmony of the cosmos could be reflected in their unity.
And although Maya had taken Uman form, his essence remained unchanged: a green star, guiding others towards light and knowledge, uniting the infinite with the finite.
Chapter 7: The Alphas
Having shared the mysteries of space-time and collaboration with Umans, Maya retreated into the depths of a cave, where the whispers of the earth echoed like ancient hymns. The cave was alive: its walls glowed with crystalline veins that faintly pulsated, like the heartbeat of the planet itself. There, Maya sought the truth hidden in the genetic memories of his new Uman form.
Maya sat quietly, feeling the rhythm of the cave align with her breathing. He focused within, searching the deep wells of coded memory that linked her to the history of the Umans. Suddenly, a surge of energy washed over Maya and a vision unfolded.
The skies of Eta grew dark as a massive, luminous red orb descended, bathing the land in an eerie crimson light. The orb pulsated with an intelligence far beyond comprehension. From its core, tendrils of alien mycelium spread across the ground, weaving intricate patterns as if writing a celestial script.
The monkeys of Eta, curious and unknowing, approached and consumed the glowing substance. After time, their minds and bodies began to transform. They stood taller, their gazes sharper, their hands more precise. They had been altered—not by chance, but by design.
Maya’s vision shifted to glimpses of these altered beings. They crafted tools, built shelters, and stared at the stars with a mixture of wonder and longing. Yet within this evolutionary leap, Maya sensed a heavy shadow—a deliberate manipulation by an unseen force. The vision ended abruptly, leaving Maya breathless and trembling.
Stepping out of the cave, Maya blinked at the sunlight, only to realize that the world around him had transformed. The landscapes were the same, but the passage of time had brought humanity forward 200,000 years. Maya now stood on the outskirts of an ancient city in a land the Umans called Greka.
Maya stood at the edge of a city built of white marble and adorned with towering columns, where order had been sculpted from chaos, and knowledge walked the streets in whispered debates. This was Greka. The hum of humanity was different now—more refined, yet burdened with wars fought and won, knowledge gained and lost, questions asked and answered, only to be asked again. The city was alive with philosophy, yet beneath its wisdom, Maya could feel the lingering scars of conquest, the silent echoes of the past carved into its stones.
As he wandered the streets, absorbing the energy of this civilization, Maya was drawn to the presence of a man whose aura burned with the intensity of a thousand questions. He sat within a temple courtyard, surrounded by seekers, his voice calm yet filled with the weight of revelations. His name was Pythagoras.
The moment their eyes met, recognition sparked—not of faces, but of minds that had traveled the same currents of thought.
— "Who are you, stranger?" —Pythagoras asked, his voice as precise as the angles he revered.
—"A traveler in search of truth" —Maya replied softly.
The words needed no further explanation. A silence stretched between them—not empty, but full. They both understood the language of wonder and inquiry, and Pythagoras, sensing something beyond the ordinary in Maya, invited him into “their” temple.
That morning, beneath the guard of a white mesmerizing granite sanctuary, Maya shared his most recent vision in the cave with his new friend. Pythagoras looked amazed, terrified and wondering with eyes and ears wide open.
—"You speak about forces that move beyond human understanding," said Pythagoras, "The Alphas." "But there are whispers—stories of those who came from the stars, demanding pyramids rise from the Eta. They commanded our ancestors, offering no reason, only precision. They left, but ten of them remained. We do not see them, yet their will shapes our world."
Maya's heart raced. "What pyramids?"
—"In Egyl," replied Pythagoras. "I have seen them with my own eyes; structures so perfect they defy explanation.
…But these are not the only pyramids. Across the great ocean lies a land called Maya, where pyramids rise from the jungles. The people there possess ancient knowledge, older even than Egyl."
Maya felt a pull, a deep knowing that this distant land held answers. Yet it was not only the words of Pythagoras that captivated Maya.
Excited about Maya’s story, Pythagoras invited Maya to join his circle, a gathering of seekers who explored the harmony of the cosmos through numbers, stories, and music. That very special evening, in the soft firelight, Maya shared the story of his origin as a green star and his journey through the cosmos. Pythagoras responded with tales of geometric perfection and the music of the spheres, and in a moment of stillness and awe, he said the following.
—"Music makes me believe I exist in many places at once," Pythagoras mused. "As if sound is the bridge between worlds, where past, future and more intertwine."
Maya closed his eyes, letting the vibrations move through him. He had always induced visions through touch, but now, for the first time, he felt his own form tremble, as if something beyond flesh stirred beneath the melody.
What if sound was the key? What if vibration could unravel the chains of form, allowing him to move freely through time?
The realization struck like lightning.
As they played instruments and sang, Maya experienced something profound. The vibrations of the music awakened something deep within him, unlocking the ability to induce psychedelic visions in those who listened to him, without needing to play. For the first time, Maya saw music as a bridge, a way to share his cosmic knowledge without overwhelming the fragile human mind.
This discovery filled Maya with hope, but the pull towards Maya's land was too strong to ignore.
—"I must go," —he said to Pythagoras. —"There are answers I need to find."
—"Be careful," —Pythagoras warned. —"The Alphas do not tolerate interference. Their shadow looms over us still."
Determined, Maya focused his energy into a space-time leap. He had grown stronger in her Uman form, but the leap would still be risky.
He focused, pushing his energy outward, trying to dissolve the fragile constraints of his Uman body. He had done this before—become light, leapt across the stars. But in this form, it was different—denser, more fragile, bound by time. The fire crackled, the music swelled, and in one final breath, Maya surrendered. His form shimmered, his body breaking into fractals of green light. For a moment, he felt himself everywhere—past, present, and future folding into a singularity.
With a flash of green light, Maya disappeared into the fabric of space-time, the sound of Pythagoras' lyre echoing in his mind.
When Maya reemerged, 1,000 years had passed. It now stood in a lush, vibrant jungle, surrounded by pyramids that rose like mountains, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to hum with life. This was the land of Maya, and the next chapter of its journey was about to begin.
Chapter 8: Love
When Maya emerged from the space-time jump, it was met with the humid embrace of the jungle and the symphony of life surrounding it. The land of the Mayans unfolded before its eyes, a mosaic of dense green canopies, vibrant cities, and stone pyramids reaching toward the heavens. The air felt ancient, heavy with stories whispered by the winds through the leaves. But something was amiss. Beneath the surface of this beauty, Maya sensed a profound sorrow, as if the land itself carried a wound too deep to heal.
Maya entered a grand city, its temples and palaces adorned with colorful murals and ornate carvings. The people bustled about, but their expressions were weighed down by an unspoken burden. As Maya walked through the marketplace, it overheard murmurs of discontent and fear— stories of a fractured empire, of bloodlines torn apart by greed and war.
In the shadow of the tallest pyramid, Maya saw her. K’abel, the warrior queen of the Maya, radiated an aura of authority and grace. Her jade headdress caught the light like a shard of moonlight, and her obsidian eyes seemed to pierce Maya’s soul. K’abel stood before a group of elders, her voice firm but tinged with sadness as she spoke of the challenges facing her people. Maya, curious and enthralled, approached the gathering. But before she could speak, K’abel turned sharply, as if she had sensed Maya’s presence from afar. Their gazes met, and time seemed to ripple between them.
––“Who are you to interrupt the council?” ––she demanded, in a tone that was both authoritarian and curious.
Maya stepped forward, her luminous aura dimming subtly to blend with her human form.
—“I am Maya, a traveler seeking truth. I feel I found something grater.””.
The elders stirred uneasily, but K’abel studied Maya with an intensity that melted into a faint smile.
—“You speak like a poet and stand like a warrior. Yet, there is something… otherworldly about you.” — She gestured for Maya to follow her.
Their connection deepened over the coming days as K’abel shared the state of her empire.
—"Our lands were once united" —she explained, her voice heavy with regret. But ever since the pyramids were built, division has spread among the people. These monuments were not meant for us. They were demanded by forces beyond our understanding: the Alphas.
At the mention of the Alphas, Maya’s green heart quickened. K’abel continued, her gaze distant.
—“They came from the stars, commanding our ancestors to build these structures, though they never revealed their purpose. Some say the pyramids harness the energy of the earth itself, while others believe they are markers, beacons calling the Alphas back to us. Their shadow looms over us still.”
K'abel paused, then looked directly at Maya.
—There is an old legend —she said, his voice softening.It speaks of a green star that will shine in the sky when we are finally free from our creators. Some believe this star is a messenger, sent to guide us back to harmony.
Maya hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on its shoulders.
—I am a green star —Maya confessed with shy firmness, while slowly showing the green glow of his heart.
K’abel’s eyes widened, but instead of questioning, she smiled—a genuine, radiant smile that illuminated the space between them.The legends are true —she whispered. She reached into a bag at his side and took out a jade stone, smooth and glowing with an inner light.
—This is the most sacred gift of my people —K'abel said, placing the stone in Maya's hands. It has been passed down through generations as a symbol of unity and hope. If you are truly the green star, then this belongs to you.
Maya held the jade stone sculpted as a bee, feeling its weight, both physical and symbolic. It looked at K’abel, overwhelmed by a surge of emotion it had never experienced before. Their connection was unlike anything Maya had known—a fusion of souls, a merging of purpose and affection.
Their love grew over the next few days, marked by moments of laughter and wonder. Maya, always curious about the customs humans, attempted to climb a pyramid in a way that left K'abel doubled over with laughter. In turn, K'abel introduced Maya to the sacred dances of his people, their movements a language of the heart that Maya learned with enthusiasm.
Yet, beneath their joy lay the shadow of the Alphas and the fragile state of the Mayan empire. Maya used its gifts to share knowledge with K’abel’s people, teaching them about the interconnectedness of space and time. It introduced them to new ways of thinking, encouraging collaboration and unity. Through their bond, Maya and K’abel inspired a renewed sense of hope among the people.
As the bee-shaped jade stone rested on Maya’s chest, she felt a deep sense of belonging, not just to this world, but to the heart of the queen who had given her a new purpose. For the first time, Maya understood the depth of uman love, a force as vast and mysterious as the cosmos she had traveled.
The jungle was alive with the whispers of cicadas and the rhythmic pulse of drums in the distance, marking another night beneath the stars. In the sanctuary of K’abel’s chambers, the air was thick with the scent of sacred copal. Maya and K’abel sat close, their hands entwined, their breathing synchronized. The warmth of their connection seemed to transcend the physical, and the lines between their two beings began to blur.
As their bodies touched fully for the first time, K’abel felt a surge of energy unlike anything she had known. A green light emanated faintly from Maya’s skin, pulsing gently and illuminating the room with a living glow. K’abel gasped, her eyes wide with awe, as waves of visions overtook her.
She saw fragments of Maya’s journey: the crimson skies and golden seas of Ora, and the great stellar worlds he had traversed. Each memory poured into her as if she were drinking from the very essence of the cosmos. Her mind expanded, her spirit lifted beyond the constraints of time and space.
Maya, too, was transformed by the intimacy. For the first time, she felt the weight of mortality pressing against her chest like a cold stone. The human body she had taken, so fragile and finite, bore the marks of entropy. In the glow of their connection, Maya saw a vision of her own end: a shadow on the horizon, faint but inevitable.
—"The Umans“Maya murmured softly, his voice trembling,forget the memory of their souls. They lose their origins in the noise of this world. I see now that I may not return to the stars. I am bound here, as they are.”.
K’abel, still trembling from the visions, held Maya’s face in her hands.
—But you have given me a gift beyond words. I can see, Maya. I can feel the threads that connect us all, the pulse of creation. Your light now lives in me.”.
Unbeknownst to them, the intensity of their bond had sent ripples through Maya’s uman form. The energy of their connection destabilized Maya’s body, which began to spontaneously change. His features shimmered like waves of heat, and in a sudden shift, Maya transformed into a version of himself from another dimension. His face and size remained familiar, but his skin took on the texture of fractal patterns, iridescent and shifting, with colors that defied uman understanding. The room around Maya changed as well, reflecting the nature of this dimension: K’abel saw the walls of the room dissolve into kaleidoscopic waves, and the air shimmered with geometric patterns that danced and sang with an unearthly resonance.
"Maya..."K'abel whispered, both terrified and mesmerized.
Maya’s voice echoed as though it spoke from many places at once.This is who I am. And this is the universe as I perceive it in this moment. My form is… unstable.".
K'abel instinctively reached out, and as his hand touched Maya's ever-changing skin, the world returned to its normal form. Maya stabilized, and her body returned to uman. The experience, however, left them both shaken.
Chapter 9: Death
In the days that followed, Maya grew increasingly cautious. The transformations occurred without warning: her body rippling and shifting, the colors and dimensions of the world changing each time. With each transformation, Maya felt closer to losing herself completely, her essence weakening as she adapted to the limitations of human life.
The strain of these transformations made it clear to Maya that it could no longer risk using its space-time powers. Every jump could push it further toward oblivion, and the fear of leaving K’abel behind was more than it could bear. For the first time in its existence, Maya chose to remain still, rooted in a single time and place.
But death was no longer a distant shadow: it lurked nearby, a constant presence that Maya could sense in the pain of her mortal body and the instability of her soul. She began to avoid large gatherings, retreating into solitude to meditate and strengthen her bond with the fragile human form she now inhabited.
Still, Maya and K’abel’s love endured. She remained by Maya’s side, a source of grounding and strength. The jade stone she had gifted it became a talisman of stability, its cool surface a reminder of their shared purpose.
Yet, the visions of death continued to haunt Maya. In quiet moments, it wondered if it had made a mistake by choosing to stay, if the cost of mortality was too great. But then it would look at K’abel—her unwavering faith, her fierce love—and it knew that some choices, no matter how painful, were worth making.
The nights in the Mayan jungle were sacred, often filled with dreams that carried messages from the stars. One of those, K’abel woke with a start, her chest heaving as though she had been running. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her jade necklaces clinked as she sat upright.
—"Maya", she whispered, her voice shaking. "They're coming".
Maya stirred, sensing her fear immediately, was able to access to her visions.
A golden chamber filled with light and shadow, where towering figures with elongated forms stood in silent judgment. Their faces were obscured, but their presence was undeniable—a weight in her soul she could not ignore. They spoke no words, but their intention was clear.
—They are the Alphas —he said, gripping Maya's hands tightly. They said they are returning for you. They called you an anomaly and said your presence here disrupts the flow of time.
Maya's mind reeled. The Alphas, the mysterious architects of humanity's destiny, had remained a distant spectre in her thoughts. Now, they were no longer a distant threat: they would come tonight.
—We must go —K'abel urged. If they find you here, I fear what they will do.
Maya's heart ached at the suggestion.
—Leave? I can't leave, K'abel. I find purpose with you here.
—I can't leave —K'abel said, her voice breaking. I am tied to Eta, to my people. If I leave, the kingdom will fall further into chaos. But you... you must survive.
The weight of her words crushed Maya. he nodded slowly, though its heart rebelled against the thought of leaving her.
—If I must go, then I will come back for you, K'abel.
As soon as they came out from their temple, A red glow started to feel the sky; It was them. Maya prepared for the most difficult space-time jump it had ever attempted. The transformations it had endured had left it unstable, its energy dangerously fragmented. But staying would mean capture, or worse, by the Alphas.
The ground glowed red, and immediately K’abel held Maya close, her tears soaking into its shifting skin. “Find your way back to me,” she whispered.Find your way back to me -whisper.
As the dyed moon rose high above the jungle, Maya performed the jump. The air rippled with an unearthly hum as time and space bent around it. For a brief moment, the jungle dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes.
But something went wrong. The instability within Maya flared, and instead of a clean arrival, it was flung violently across the dimensions. When Maya’s form reassembled, it found itself in a barren, an uncharted land of searing deserts and vast horizons.
The disorientation was overwhelming, but worse still was the sudden realization. The weight of time pressed down on Maya as it stumbled across the unfamiliar terrain. K’abel was gone. The thought was a dagger to its soul.
Driven by desperation, Maya performed a series of small, agonizing jumps to return to the land of Mayans, risking further destabilization and spending 1500 years total round trip. When it finally arrived, the once-thriving Mayan kingdom was no more. In its place stood a new world of cities and civilizations—towering structures of stone and metal, bustling markets, and unfamiliar customs.
Maya wandered the streets in shock, crushed by the enormity of humanity’s evolution (and his loss). People were disconnected from the stars, their lives consumed by the material. Memories of the green star, the Alphas, and the sacred knowledge of the cosmos were gone, buried beneath layers of time.
The world had changed, and Maya was a relic of a time long past. Yet it could not stop. Somewhere, deep in its soul, it felt K’abel’s presence—a faint whisper calling it forward.
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