Universe Аeternov. Book three: A Heart in Ashes
Andrey Sopelnik

© Andrey Sopelnik, 2025

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UNIVERSE

AETERNOV

Book three:

«A Heart in Ashes.»

Andrey Yuryevich Sopelnik.

Creative pseudonym: Andrey S.

Rostov-on-Don.

2025.

For everyone who loves Fiction, the Russian heroes of the Universe.

Book Three: «A Heart in Ashes.»

Chapter 1. The Ring of last hope

At the very edge of the multiverse, beyond the Chrono-Shield and beyond any memory, lies a world that even the songs have forgotten about.

There is no Aeternov here.

There Is No Sand of Time.

There is no Elyra singing lullabies to dead worlds.

There is only Cybernexy here.

A planet assembled from the wreckage of an ancient war between Light and Darkness; a world where cities grow from rusty towers and cracked screens, and the sky is replaced by a holographic vault on which the harsh phrase

«THE WINNER IS THE ONE WHO REMAINS» burns with eternal flame.

They don’t believe in redemption.

They only believe in the ring here. The Ring of Last Hope.

Every Saturday, Destiny Fights take place in the Zero Heart Arena – not for the sake of fame or power, but for the sake of energy.

The losing team gives its Core to the winners.

And without him, you’re no longer human.

You’re trash among the scrap metal.

Today, a couple appears in the ring, whose names are still capable of making even the titans of Darkness tremble.

ALEXEY MEKHANIK is the last of Aeternov’s Steel Shields, whose body is forged from a military alloy, and whose soul is made up of poems and old watches., And next to it is KITTY THE LION, a former fluffy cyber-cat, now a living embodiment of Light in steel: laser eyes, crystal armor of hope, a plasma whip tail and in his chest an Eternal Pulse Crystal, given to him by Julia from the Village of Pure Hearts.

They are opposed by a Team of Bad Guys – elite creatures of Darkness, grown in the laboratories of Mechanos-9.: – Wrath-9, a cyborg with saws instead of hands;

– Shadow Fang, a killer chameleon that disappears even from the chrono code;

– A mad mammoth, a four-meter tank with a chest pain reactor.

Thousands of viewers – cyborgs, Mechanicals, creatures cut off from emotions – do not clap.

They charge the arena with a current of anticipation.

THE BATTLE BEGINS.

Referee – A robot with an old Knox face, still an «old» model, raises its hand:

– Launch!

Wrath-9 rushes in first, roaring like a dying reactor.

Alexey meets him not with a punch, but with a word.

Quietly, as if he were praying:

«My chains are made of steel. My oath is from the light.»

At the same moment, Kitty the Lion soars up, leaving behind a trail of stardust and sparkling arrogance.

– Hey, Anger! Have you heard the joke about the cyborg who forgot to feed the cat? So here he is in front of you! And he whips his tail across his opponent’s jaw.

The arena flashes blue.

The audience sobs with energy.

The Shadow-Fang disappears, disappearing into thin air.

But Vika, hiding behind the scenes and looking through the Mirror of Silence, whispers into her earpiece,

«He’s on the left.» Under you. He’s… afraid of laughter.

The lion purrs softly and releases an impulse of humor.

Shadow Fang materializes, trembling, with wet eyes.

– Did you… tell me about my mom?». – He croaks.

«No, – Lev smiles softly. – I told you about the laser pointer. And you remembered what a kitten you were.

The Mad mammoth roars and goes to ram.

Alexey doesn’t move.

He opens his chest plate, exposing his Core Heart.

– Hit me, – he says. «But know this: even if you break me, I won’t stop being human until you forget that I was.»

The mammoth freezes.

A memory flashes in his eyes: his little daughter, the alarm clock that he once fixed for her before going to bed.…

At that moment, the Lion flies up on his back, turns on the «Space Massage» mode, and launches a laser dot directly at the back of his head.

«Go to sleep, Uncle. Tomorrow is the sun.

The mammoth kneels down.

Then he cries with thick oil.

victory.

The referee raises Alexey and Lev’s hands:

– THE WINNERS ARE THE TEAM OF LIGHT!

The crowd explodes – not with voices, but with the energy of pure faith.

The heart-Cores of the defeated remain in place: Alexey does not allow them to be taken away.

He puts his hand on Wrath-9’s shoulder:

«You’re not a monster. You’re a tired hero. Get some rest. We’ll wait.

The lion approaches the Shadow-Fang:

– Do you want another joke? About the cat who saved the universe just by keeping it awake?

Shadow-Fang nods.

And for the first time in a hundred years, he’s smiling.

Chapter 2. Run through the crystal of hope

After their triumph, dazzling as the flash of an ancient supernova heart, the air still trembled above the ring of Cybernexia.

The crowd, which knew neither compassion nor tears, but was still able to believe in the power of victory, dispersed like the smoke of molten stars when Alina approached Alexey and Lev.

She walked softly, as if she were made of light, and her eyes, two attentive galaxies, carried a warning.

«I need your experience,» she said softly, but in such a way that the noise of the arena receded. «Knox is calling.» Darkness is already breathing in the seventy-eighth. Join the «Fist of Retribution»

Alexey lowered his gaze. The Core heart hidden in his chest shimmered with a warm exhale, like the sun sinking over the edge of the chronogorizon.

– I’m sorry, Alina, – he replied. «We are not warriors. We are runners. And today our path calls. The last race of the season is not waiting for heroes – only those who know how to move forward, even when time is turning their backs.

The lion, curled up in a furry ball on his shoulder, purred, vibrating with the frequency of the chronodrive.:

And besides, if we leave, who’s going to tell the world the joke about the cyborg who forgot to feed the cat? A world without laughter is a desert without sand.

Alina tried to smile, but there was something dark in her smile, like the shadow of a distant room.

«Then run, – she said. – But know this: when the time comes, I will call. And you will respond. Because you are unique.

The world moved around her, and Alina disappeared in a whirlwind of light and a chronoscope.

1. The start of the «marathon without return».

On the edge of Cybernexia, where the holographic sky always repeats the same words – «THE WINNER IS THE ONE WHO REMAINS» – runners from all the worlds that space has managed to forget gathered.

They stood side by side here:

Ferronia’s mechanicals are exoskeletons, similar to forges that went into battle.

Pyrolia’s fire – jumpers – flames leapt from their footsteps, as if the earth itself was ignited by their determination.

The Etherians were from Melody – their every step rang like a note that could wake up a sleeping comet.

The cyber-beasts of Somnium are creatures that cross dreams as easily as the desert.

Ghoul runner shadows are alive with twilight and fear, squeaking with the despair of those who falter on the track.

The prize shone on the pedestal:

The Eternal Pulse Crystal is an artifact of such power that it could ignite an extinct Core Heart or restore lost memory even to those whom oblivion had eaten almost completely.

Alexey took out his flying boots «Star Dog-9», forged on Pyrolysis from the tears of the blacksmiths and the ashes of hope.

«I’ll put them on, – he said, buckling his seat belts. – Today, the highway is not just a path. She’ll be checking the soul, not the legs.

The lion, sharpening his claws on a stone, grinned:

– And I can reach the first space speed even without shoes. Especially if there’s a moon-sized laser pointer looming ahead.

«Then hold on to your tail, brother, – Alexey smiled. – Today we are bringing the light to a place where it is no longer expected.

2. The highway. The path through hell.

The marathon was known for its brutality, as if Cybernexia itself had decided to test every nerve.

1. The Desert of Forgotten Names.

The sand here stole the memory.

Every step was filled with the pain of loss: I forgot why I was running, who I was, who I loved.

2. Mountains Of Broken Oaths.

The rocks are as sharp as treason.

And chrono traps hid in the cracks: if you make a wrong step, time will go backwards, erasing the future.

3. Fragments of the Last Breath.

It was possible to jump only with faith.

Doubt, and you will fall into the abyss, where the echo carries the voices of those whom history has erased out of pity.

4. Lakes of Mekhanos-9.

These artificial reservoirs were inhabited by transforming Mecha – Beasts, the remnants of cyborgs rejected by factories.

They weren’t stealing lives; they were stealing speed.

Race.

The starting signal was not a sound, but a flash of light, like a stroke of fate on the heart.

Alexey soared up, his boots leaving a trail of blue flame behind him.

Leo turned into a plasma comet; his eyes flashed like two searchlights of hope.

– Attention! «Stop it!» he barked. – Lakes ahead! The monsters can already sense our microchips!

Iron Hydra burst out of the black water – multi – headed creatures, each jaw of which was a saw, each eye was a death radar.

Alexey raised the shield of the Core-Heart.

The lion soared higher – and released a wave of humor-impulse:

– Hey, you guys! Have you heard how cyborg was afraid of water? So that’s how he died dry!

One of the hydrae grunted… and then she laughed softly and crumbled into rusty dust.

– That’s it! Alexey shouted. – Humor is our armor!

The finish of the first section.

The road of Revelations opened up before them, thin and bright, like a memory that you are afraid of losing.

Every runner here has seen his past.

Alexey is a daughter laughing in the wind of a vanished world.

Leo is himself, a little kitten chasing a laser dot like a new universe.

But they didn’t stop.

They knew that the past was a light behind them, but the path leads forward.

They crossed the finish line at the same time.

The crowd exploded – not with fear, not with rage, but with a rare feeling that Cybernexia had long since lost, hope.

Chapter 3. The sand that steals names

1. The desert of forgotten names.

After winning the Marathon Without Return, Alexey and Lev did not go to the arena. It was not fame that called them, not the brilliance of crystals, but the path – the one that is measured not by steps, but by losses. And their path led through the Desert of Forgotten Names – a space where time does not flow, but evaporates, where the sand does not rustle, but whispers.

«They don’t store memories here. They’re taking her away here for the right to move on.»

The sky above the desert was not a sky, nor a mirror, nor darkness, but only the pale skin of the world, on which dents of forgotten destinies appeared. The further the traveler went into the depths, the paler his reflection became, as if reality itself refused to remember him.

The sand here was alive. It burned my skin not with heat, but with a touch that dimmed my memories, draining away like moisture into dry earth.

One step and you forget the name of your first love.

Two steps is the goal of the path.

Three is one’s own self.

2. Alexey: steel against oblivion.

Alexey walked ahead. His armor, forged by the masters of Ferronia from tears and oaths, glimmered dully – the sand sharpened it from the inside, like a worm into the bark of a tree.

«My chains are made of steel. My oath is from the light…» he whispered, as if praying to hold himself back.

But on the tenth step, the sand touched the Core Heart.

And he forgot.

Not everyone, just her.

Daughter. Name. Voice. A smile after the rain.

The memory disappeared, leaving an empty crystal with a thin crack in his chest, as if no one had ever lived there.

«Who… who am I?» – He croaked, getting down on one knee. «Am I… a soldier?» A mechanic? Or is it just… a chip?

The sand replied with a rustle like the breath of a dead wind:

«Stay. Forget. Pain is an illusion. Memory is a chain.»

And at that moment, a quiet, almost homely purr sounded behind him – not the hum of a combat engine, but a soft sound that recalls the warmth of the hearth.

– Hey, steel grandpa, – said the Lion, – don’t listen to the sand. He’s lying. You’re not a bummer. You’re a dad. And even if you forget everything… I remember for both of us.

He put a warm paw on Alexey’s chest, right on his Core Heart.

And with that touch, the memory returned – not as an image, but as a feeling.:

warm children’s hands, the smell of wet hair, a whisper: «Dad, are the stars sleeping too?

«Alexei’s eyes flashed with tears, oil, and light.

– Thank you, brother…

– Just know that if you fall, I’ll pull you out by the tail.» Even if you don’t have a tail.

3. Leo, laughter versus silence.

The lion, of course, did not need flying boots. His body is living plasma; his mind is a chimerical mix of quantum logic and feline stubbornness. But even the sand had prepared a test for him – he stole not the memory, but the meaning.

In the middle of the desert, the Lion suddenly stopped.

«It’s strange… – he muttered. – I don’t remember why I liked laser pointers.

The sand whispered,

«They don’t mean anything. You’re a machine.

Laughter is a program.

Friendship is a mistake.»

The lion sat down right on the hot swell. His main dimmed, and his laser eyes went out.

«Maybe… Am I really just a joke machine? Maybe everything I did… was for nothing?

Alexey approached in silence. He took off his glove.

And he scratched the Lion behind the ear, just as he had on their very first day in the Valley of the Whispering Machines.

«You’re not a machine, – he said softly. – You are a cat who became a lion so that the world would not forget to laugh.

And Lev remembered.

Not a pointer, but why he needs it.

Because a dot on the wall is hope.

Because the game is life.

Because laughter is something that even the Darkness couldn’t erase.

He jumped up, shook his mane, and it burst into little stars.

– Well, little sand! «Stop it!» he barked. «Try to take my memories!» But jokes… jokes are sacred!

And he shot a laser beam into the mirror sky. Where his name was already disappearing, a fiery inscription flashed up:

«KITTY-9 „FLUFF OF DESTRUCTION“ IS NOT FORGOTTEN»

The sand shook.

And he retreated.

Finish: the name that remains.

When they came out of the desert, neither the arena, nor the crowd, nor the glitter of crystals were waiting for them.

A stone was waiting for them – simple, warm, with a single word:

«REMEMBER.»

Alexey put his hand on it. The lion has a paw.

The stone glowed – not brightly, not solemnly, but the way a heart that has chosen to live glows.

«We passed, – Alexey said quietly.

– You bet! Lev snorted. – I even told the sand an anecdote about a cyborg who forgot to feed a cat. He was so upset that he gave me back my memory!

Alexey smiled.

«You’re a miracle, brother.

«I’m a cat with laser eyes and the soul of a poet,» Lev corrected importantly. – And now I know for sure that

in worlds where names are stolen,

in conditions of war and oblivion,

the real name is erased only when those who pronounce it cease to live. And we won’t stop.

Chapter 4. Mountains of Broken Oaths

The test begins.

After their triumph in the Desert of Forgotten Names, where Alexey and Lev not only preserved their memories, but also restored their voice to dying names, the next stage of the «Marathon of Return» awaited them.

A stage that rarely passed in one piece.

The stage where it wasn’t the bones that crumbled, but the oaths.

Mountains Of Broken Oaths.

Of the ten teams that started at dawn, only three made it to the foot of the spurs.:

1. Team of Light – Alexey Mechanic and Kitty the Lion.

2. The Bad Guys’ team is tired but unbroken; they lost the Mad Mammoth in the Lakes of Noise, but they didn’t turn back.

3. The Ghoul Shadow Brothers are ghostly runners whose cloaks are made of black sand and whose compass eyes indicate the enemy’s deepest fear.

The finish is one.

There is only one prize.

And only one team will receive the Eternal Pulse Crystal, which can not only restore the Core Heart, but also restore the lost tomorrow.

Mountains of broken oaths.

The rocks of these mountains were not only sharp with stone; they were sharp with the essence of betrayal. Each fragment was once someone’s promise, broken under the pressure of circumstances or weakness. Each crack is a chrono – wound in which time flowed backwards, forcing the runner to see the moment when he took a wrong turn.

– Careful, – Lev said softly. His laser eyes glided smoothly along the path. «Even your own shadow can seduce you here.»

Alexey activated the Core-Heart shield and stepped in first.

«We’re not running from the past, – he said. «We’re running through it.

Chrono traps.

The first path met them with a sudden lapse of time.

Alexey

In an instant, he became a soldier of the Chrono Galaxy again. In front of him is a tactical selection screen:

on the left is the name,

on the right is the Sand of Time, for which his squad was responsible.

The voice of command thundered in his ears:

«Sacrifice is necessary. You are not the father. You are Aeternov’s shield.

But Alexey, who had passed through the Desert of Oblivion, did not flinch.

«I’m both, – he whispered. «And I choose memory over emptiness.»

From his breast pocket, he took out an old hologram of his daughter – a barely lit face laughing towards the world – and carefully placed it on the stone.

«I remember you.» And that’s enough.

The rock beneath him trembled – and parted,

allowing him to pass on.

His trap was different.

He saw himself – not as a Lion, not as Kitty-9, not as a living plasma creature, but as a cyber-cat from the Mekhanos-9 laboratory, forgotten in a corner of a noisy workshop.

The voice of the inner AI sounded like an icy verdict:

– You’re a mistake. You are not needed. You’re a waste.

But the Lion only snorted – briefly, loudly, defiantly.

«A mistake?» Me? I am the fluffy apocalypse! Even if the whole world forgets my name…“ he switched on his laser eyes, „the dot on the wall will still be waiting for me.

The chrono-trap flared up, then crumbled to ashes, as if admitting defeat.

A trail of glowing footprints remained behind him, as a reminder that laughter is stronger than programs.

The battle at the top.

The peak met them not with the wind, but with enemies.

The Bad Guys and the Shadow Brothers had been the first to climb up here, and now they stood like a wall, as if the mountain itself had decided to give them the last test.

«You won’t get through!» Wrath-9 growled. His saws spun so fast that the air screamed.

– And we are not going to pass, – grinned the Lion. «We’re going to fly.»

Alexey activated the flying boots «Star Dog-9», and Lev activated his legendary «Space Massage» mode, which usually caused existential panic among enemies.

He jumped on Wrath-9’s back and shouted right into his ear.:

– Hey, buddy! Do you want a joke about a cyborg who was afraid of heights?

«There he is!»

And he turned on the laser pointer right above the back of his head.

Anger-9 froze, struck not by pain but by delight. His saws slowed down and then dropped completely. He collapsed to his knees, dreaming of a personal pointer.

The Shadow Brothers tried to disappear into the shadow of the mountain, but at that moment, Vika’s quiet voice – watching the marathon through the mirror of silence – whispered:

– They are afraid of laughter.

Their vow is to remain silent.

Leo instantly took the hint.

And without hesitation, he began to sing. Fake, noisy, but with such joy that even the rocks trembled:

When two Shadows rushed forward,

One stumbled, suddenly… and smiled!

And having stopped being silent, I understood —

Being human is sometimes more important than darkness.…

The Shadow Brothers froze.

And then they burst into tears with butter.

– We… forgot how to laugh,» one of them whispered.

Alexey came over and put his hand on his shoulder, gently, as if he were a brother.

«Nothing.» We will remind you.

Chapter 5. The Fragments of the Last Breath

Three teams. One way. No going back.

After winning in the Mountains of Broken Oaths, where the past was a trap and memories were a weapon, only three of the ten teams that started the Marathon of No Return reached the final hurdle:

1. Team of Light – Alexey Mechanic and Kitty the Lion.

2. The Bad Guys Team – Wrath-9 and Shadow-Fang (The Mad Mammoth never recovered from the laser pointer).

3. The Shadow Brothers from Ghouldom are ghostly runners with black sand cloaks and compass eyes indicating fear.

The last obstacle before the finale was waiting for them – the Last Gasp.

Chasms where there is no bottom, where the air is buzzing with the cries of forgotten destinies, where neither speed, nor strength, nor cunning can save.

There is only one law in force here:

You can only jump with faith. Doubt – and you fall into the abyss, where erased destinies scream.

The first leap is faith in a friend.

The first cliff is a hundred paces wide. There is a void underfoot, filled with the echo of forgotten names.

– Well, steel grandpa, – snorted the Lion. – Are you afraid?

«I’m afraid, – Alexey answered honestly. – But not the abyss. I’m just afraid that you’ll decide to build a «space massage» right in flight.

– Only if you ask!» Lev chuckled.

Immediately, he jumped – not forward, but upward, leaving a trail of stardust and jokes in his wake.

– Hey, Anger! «Stop it!» he shouted as he walked. – Did you hear the joke about the cyborg who was afraid of heights?

Alexey looked at his friend, not at the shoes, but at the belief that he would not betray him.

And the moment the steel legs lifted off the edge, the abyss fell silent.

Faith is not the absence of insurance. Faith is to jump without even seeing the bottom.

Bad guys – doubt is like falling.

Wrath-9 growled:

– We are not children! We will not jump like fools!

He activated the pain reactor and rushed forward. But as soon as he got off the ground, the abyss began to speak.:

«You’re not a hero. You’re a machine with saws instead of hands. Who loves you?»

Doubt seeped into his steel like rust.

«No… I… I’m needed!» «Stop it!» he shouted.

But it was too late.

He fell. Not down. And into the abyss of erased destinies, where those who have even forgotten the songs scream.

Shadow Fang reached out his hand, but only grabbed the void.

– He’s… gone, – he whispered. – It’s not even in the memory of time.

Shadow brothers – faith in fear.

The Shadow Brothers didn’t jump. They dissolved, becoming invisible, trying to deceive the abyss.

But the abyss does not deceive.

«You are not hiding from us. You are hiding from yourself,» the erased destinies whispered.

One brother remembered for a moment how he was afraid of the dark when he was a child. How a mother sang a lullaby… How he died for the first time and cried with oil.

– I… don’t want to be a shadow…» he whispered.

And he fell.

The second brother froze on the edge. I looked at Alexey and Lev, who were already standing on the other bank.

– Why don’t you fall? «Stop it!» he shouted.

«Because we’re not alone, – Alexei replied.

«And you?» – Lev asked. – Are you alone?

My brother fell silent. Then he jumped. Not with faith in victory, but with faith that someone will catch his fall.

And a miracle happened.

The abyss caught him, as a mother catches a crying child. He landed on the other shore, trembling but alive.

«You are not a shadow,» said the Lion, holding out his paw. – You’re the one who still remembers how to be afraid.

The finish line is not a prize, but a memory.

On the last cliff, there was an Eternal Pulse Crystal, pulsating like a living heart.

Alexey approached, but the crystal did not shine.

«It’s strange, – he said.

Alina came out of the shadows.

«The prize has already been taken, – she said softly. «Not you. Not them. The one who jumped in with faith in forgiveness.

She pointed to her Shadow Brother, still trembling on the edge.

– He didn’t want to win. He wanted to stop being afraid. And this is the purest faith.

My brother put his hand on the crystal.

A burst of light illuminated the abyss.

– I… didn’t deserve this, – he whispered.

«You deserve it, – Alexei said. «You didn’t jump for the prize. You jumped for yourself.

The lion rubbed against his leg:

– Mrrr… now you are not a Shadow. You are the Brother of Light.

Chapter 6. The Shadow that is not ready yet

Behind the scenes.

In the dressing room, among sparkling wires, old posters with Elira and holographic recordings of past fights, Alexey took off his flying boots «Star Dog-9». The metal was still warm from jumping over the Cliffs of the Last Breath.

«We’ve passed cliffs… and not so few, – he said, looking at the armor cramped on his left foot. – Although… maybe it’s not that bad.

Leo, curled up on a sofa made of recycled plastic, purred at the frequency of the chronodrive:

– The main thing is that we jumped. And they didn’t just jump… they jumped with laughter.

A step rang out from the shadows where Alina had appeared earlier. It wasn’t Alina.

This is Inna Sandran.

Her eyes are not galaxies today. They are austerity, like a sandy clock before dawn.

In his hands is a Chrono – Heart crystal, flickering with a warning rhythm.

– Alina’s not coming,» she said softly but firmly. «She heard you talking.» I wanted to answer… but I couldn’t stand it.

Alexey looked up:

– why?

Inna paused, turned to the Lion and put her paw on his mane – not as a ruler, but as a mother.

– Alina is… too young. Her transparent chronocode is stronger than her soul is willing to carry. The magic of a Lullaby for Absolute Evil is not a song. It’s a sacrifice. And you can sacrifice only when you understand the price, and not just believe in goodness.

The lion raised his head:

«But she’s… the daughter of Chronos and Sandran.» She is the hope!

– Hope is not age, – Inna replied. – Hope is maturity. Even in the light, there is a weather deadline.

She sat down on the edge of the sofa, next to Leo.

:

«You’re too young. You need at least three more years to walk the Path of Silence, to hear the pain of Darkness not as an enemy, but as a lost self, to learn not to save… but to be close. Only after that, we can return to the conversation.

«Alexey nodded silently. He asked softly:

– And if Knox does not wait for these three years?

«He’s already waiting for seven laps of time, – Inna replied. – Three more years is nothing for someone who cries black tears in the void. But everything is for someone who must come… not as a savior, but as a sister who remembers his childhood.

Lev sighed, weighing his paw from the couch:

«So… a laser pointer the size of the moon is only in three years?»

Inna smiled for the first time in a long time.:

«I promise.» But first, you must learn not to chase the mark… but to become it.

In the shadow of the school of bright paths.

Somewhere far away, in the Dimension of the Lotus, Alina was standing by the mirror in her room.

Her galaxy – like eyes are full of tears-not from resentment, but from understanding.

She put her palm on the glass.

…I wanted to be your first verse.… But first I need to learn how to listen to the silence between notes.

The door creaked slightly behind her. Vladimir the Long was standing in it,

with a book in his hands and a quiet smile:

«Ready to start?» The first lesson: «How to be silent so that you can hear even the Darkness.»

Alina nodded,

«I’m ready.»

The epilogue of silence.

Sometimes the hardest thing is not to jump.

And wait until your heart learns to fly…

Not for the sake of fame, but for the sake of not falling

when someone you love falls next to you.

Chapter 7. The Path of Silence begins with a leaf

The Council is in the shadow of time.

At the edge of the Aeternes, where the sand still remembered the pulse of the Chrono-Heart, Alina stood alone. The wind was whispering to her what she already felt in her bones.:

«You’re too young.»

This voice did not belong to Inna, nor to Andrey, nor even to the Master of Chronos. It was the voice of the whole universe, tired but not broken.

«You need at least three more years,» he continued, «to walk the Path of Silence, to hear the pain of Darkness not as an enemy, but as a lost self, to learn not to save… but to be close.

Alina did not cry. She chose.

Not the way here. Not the way of the avenger. The path of a disciple is one who goes not for strength, but for understanding.

«Then I’ll start with the Green World,» she said aloud. – Where the trees are real… to the heart of the world.

1. Year one: The Green World is a school of listening.

The portal opened not with a hum, but with a rustle, as if reality itself had turned the page.

Alina stepped onto the soft earth of the Green World. The air smelled of books, bark, and children’s laughter. The sky is not the sky, but a living combination of vines and stellar formulas.

Vladimir Long met her, not in a scientist’s robe, but in a shirt made of intertwined leaves.

«You didn’t come here to observe,» he said without a smile. – You came for the silence between the words.

– Yes, – Alina replied. – I want to learn how to listen so that even the Darkness feels that it has been heard.

– Then the first task is to keep quiet. More than one day. Not for a week. A whole month. Let the mind stop screaming. Let the heart begin to hear.

A month of silence.

Alina lived in a house at the roots of the Temple of Roots. Without speech. Without orders. Without an internal dialogue, «must save.»

It hurt at first. My soul was being turned inside out. She, who used to be the one who works, who decides who brings the light… here, learned how to grow the light.

On the thirtieth day, she heard for the first time:

«I don’t want to be the Darkness.… I just forgot how to be a light.»

It was not a voice, but a pulse, somewhere in the Medical Black Abyss. Knox’s Pulse.

.

She didn’t answer. She was just there, in silence.

The lessons of Vladimir the long.

After a month of silence, the first steps began:

1. The art of listening to pain without wanting to «fix»

it – Pain doesn’t always ask for medicine, Vladimir said.: «Just sit with me. Don’t go away.»

Alina learned to sit with pain – her own and someone else’s – without fear, without haste, without heroism.

2. Reading the world without words

She’s learned to see:

• Cracks in the core are like loneliness diaries,

• the rustle of leaves is like the prayers of the forgotten,

• Mushroom growth after rain is like a hope that does not require permission.

3. Dialogue with the Shadow without fear

Vladimir led her to the Mirror of the Destroyed Time, where Knox was crying black tears.

– Look, – he said. «Not at the reflection. What’s behind it.

Alina did not see a monster. She saw a boy holding a flower made of light… and afraid that no one would notice him.

«There he is, – she whispered. «Forgotten.»

«Exactly, – Vladimir confirmed. – And while you see him as a child… The darkness will not win.

Vika is a shadow that has become a light.

In the middle of the year, Vladimir’s daughter, Vika, joined Alina. She didn’t study. It served as a bridge.

«I’m not listening to understand,» Vika said, sitting under the house that had grown up in the name of Sergei the Fearless. «I’m listening to accept.»

Together they practiced a silent dialogue – two people sitting in silence, where hearts speak to each other without words.

And it was at these moments that Alina realized for the first time:

salvation is not an action. It’s a condition.

The state of being around you is enough.

2. The second month: Reading the world without words.

When the first month of silence ended, Alina felt a strange sensation – not a voice, not a thought, but a quiet, trembling attention that spread across her chest like morning light through cracks in a wall. She was no longer rushing forward, looking for answers in words, or trying to «fix» the pain. She was just there. And in this simplicity, the world suddenly sounded.

Vladimir Long led her from the Temple of the Roots into the jungle of the Green World. The vines stretched towards the sky, the light slid along the bark of the trees, the leaves bent as if waiting for someone’s palm.

«Now you will learn to read what is not written, – he said, stopping at an ancient oak tree, the bark of which was riddled with cracks like old scars. – The world doesn’t scream. He whispers. And only those who have stopped being afraid of silence can hear it.

Lesson One: Cracks in the Bark – Loneliness Diaries

Vladimir led Alina to a tree that had stopped growing. Its trunk was riddled with a network of cracks, as if life itself was trying to escape, leaving scars of memory. Each crack is not just a wound, it is a cry of time, a letter written in pain and oblivion.

«Put your hand on the bark, – he said softly, almost prayerfully. «Don’t think about it. Don’t rate it. Feel it.

Alina touched the trunk. At first – cold, roughness, dryness. Pause. The silence. Nothing.

But then… a whisper. Thin, barely discernible, like the breath of the universe:

«I was standing here when the last leaf fell… and no one noticed.»

«I was crying under the branches, and the adults were walking by.»

«I’ve been waiting for rain for a hundred years… and the sky has forgotten my name.»

«It… remembers,» Alina whispered, and the tear that rolled down her cheek was both her own and someone else’s, a tear of the earth. – It doesn’t just exist. It implies. And it remains.

«Exactly, – Vladimir said. – As long as you see in him not an «object of nature», but a witness, you begin to read without words.

Lesson two: The rustle of leaves is the prayer of the forgotten.

The next day they entered the grove. The trees, still young, already bearing fatigue, bowed their branches, as if bowing before an invisible court. The wind blew through the leaves, and the sound was not a noise, but a moan – a prayer, a petition, a cry of a forgotten life.

«Sit down, – Vladimir said. «Close your eyes.» Listen. Not a noise, but a word.

Alina sat down on the soft moss, as if on a childhood memory. The wind touched her face. And she heard – the leaves were not rustling, they were singing:

«Let someone hear me…»

«I don’t want to disappear without a trace…»

«If you pass by, at least touch my branch…»

– Prayers, she whispered. «Those who were erased from memory… they stayed here.

– Yes, – Vladimir said. «Even if you’re not in the human world, you can stay in the tree world. The main thing is that someone hears.

Lesson three: Mushroom growth after rain is a hope that does not wait for resolution.

It rained on the third day. Warm, generous, like the tears of a mother who forgave her son. When the drops had subsided, Vladimir took Alina to a clearing where until recently there had been only earth and ashes.

Now there are hundreds of mushrooms. White, pink, gold. They sprouted in an hour. None of them asked: «May I»? Not one of them waited: «Is it time»?

– They don’t ask for the right to life, – Vladimir said. – They take it. Rain is a chance. He’s not waiting. He’s acting.

Alina knelt down. One fungus touched her finger, and at that moment she heard:

«I’m not a hero. I just grew up. But if you see me, you will believe that even light can be born from the ashes.»

– It’s… hope,» she said, smiling through her tears. – The one that doesn’t wait for permission to be.

– It’s stronger than any prayer.» She is life itself, without asking if she can be.

The result of the month.

By the end of the second month, Alina no longer needed words to understand the world. She was reading:

• The wind is like a confession of the lost,

• Stones – as chronicles of perseverance and stubbornness,

• The river is like a song where pain turns into movement,

• Stars are like promises made before birth.

She understood the main thing: the world always speaks. It’s just that most people don’t know how to listen.

And the one who listens hears not only sounds, but also the memory, tears and breathing of others. This is the first step to healing even the Darkness.

3. The third month: Dialogue with the Shadow without fear.

At the dawn of the third month, the fog over the jungle of the Green World had not yet lifted. The trees whispered the last dreams of the night, the vines trembled under the invisible breath of time, and the air seemed dense, like memories in which thousands of stories were stuck. Vladimir the Long One led Alina into the depths of the Temple of Roots, where even the sounds stopped and time breathed more quietly than usual.

«Today you will not meet an enemy,» he said, his voice trembling like the rustle of ancient leaves, «you will meet what you are afraid to understand.»

They stopped in front of a mirror carved into the trunk of the oldest tree. The surface did not reflect the face. She throbbed like an open wound, a network of cracks and frozen tears, fragments of a forgotten memory. It was a Mirror of a Shattered Time – the one in front of which Knox first cried black tears, dropping his own lullaby on the world.

«It’s not just a mirror, – Vladimir explained quietly. It shows what happened in the morning. Something that the Darkness hides even from itself.

Alina froze. Doubt flashed in her galaxy-like eyes – not fear of the Dark, but fear of her own pain. The Chrono Shadow is not just a reflection of Knox. It’s her own echo, lost when her father sacrificed the world to save others.

«Don’t look at the reflection, – Vladimir said softly. «Look at what’s behind it.

Alina took a step closer.

A glance behind the mirror.

First – the darkness. Thick, silent, like ashes after a fire. Then there’s movement.

A boy appeared from the depths of the mirror. Skinny, barefoot, wearing a shirt too big for his shoulders. In his hands he held a flower made of light, woven from children’s laughter, first hopes, and pure faith in goodness. He was standing on the edge of the void. There wasn’t a soul around. Only the wind that carries his name to a place where there is no memory left.

«He’s afraid,» Alina whispered, «that no one will notice him.»

«Exactly, – Vladimir replied. «He doesn’t want power. He doesn’t want seats. All he wants is for someone to say: «I see you. You’re important.»

The boy looked up. Empty – not out of anger, but out of loneliness. The tears dried up long ago, leaving black spots, traces of pain that no one comforted.

– This is… Knox? Alina asked.

«No, – Vladimir said. – This is who he was before the world stopped listening. This is the Forgotten One.

Alina approached the mirror, put her palm on the cold surface.

– I see you, – she whispered. «You’re not alone.

The boy shuddered. The flower in his hands flashed brighter, and a spark flashed in his eyes – not of light, not of hope, but of the simplest sign of life: he was noticed.

A dialogue without words.

They didn’t talk. The conversation went on in silence, in breathing, in a stream of invisible threads.

The boy asked with his eyes:

«What if I no longer believe that I am worthy of being seen?

«Alina replied with her presence:

«Today I will stand here until you believe.»

She didn’t extend her hand. I didn’t try to get him out of the mirror. She just stayed by my side. And this is the whole point of the third month: the fear of Darkness is the fear of one’s own pain. But if you look into it without judgment, it ceases to be an enemy. She’s starting to learn.

Vladimir’s lesson.

When Alina moved away from the mirror, her eyes were wet – not from tears, but from the sand of time flowing out of her soul.

– Why didn’t you say earlier that Darkness is just a step that no one has embraced? «What is it?» she asked.

«Because you should have seen it for yourself,» Vladimir replied. – No words can replace a look in which there is no fear.

He put his hand on her shoulder.

«You didn’t defeat the Darkness today. You found out her name. And for now, you see her as a child, not a monster.… The darkness will not win.

Alina understood the main thing: healing does not begin with the destruction of evil. It begins with a confession: «I see you. You’re not mistaken. You are a pain that can be embraced.»

After the lesson.

In the evening, she returned to the Pulse Garden. She sat down under the tree that had grown the most since her father said: «I’m not a hero… but first I’m ready to go with you.»

She closed her eyes. And for the first time, she wasn’t afraid to hear the voice of the Chrono Shadow.

Now she knew that behind every shadow of the boy with the flower, someone was waiting. Someone will stop and say: «I’m here.»

Somewhere in the Black Abyss, Knox raised his head. Somewhere in the Mirror of the Destroyed Time, the boy smiled. And on the Aeternian Chrono-Heart, it was quietly pulsating – in the rhythm of two hearts that had stopped being afraid of each other.

4. The fourth month: The art of being around.

At the dawn of the fourth month, the fog over the jungle of the Green World had not yet lifted. It crept along the vines and branches like a translucent veil of memory, in which millions of unspoken words were stuck. The trees whispered the dreams of recent nights, and the air, thick with the invisible breath of time, seemed alive. Vladimir the Long-led Alina deeper into the Temple of Roots, to a place where even the vines fell silent and time slowed down, as if listening to her heart.

– You won’t be listening today,» he said, and his voice wasn’t a word, but the rustle of ancient leaves. – You will be present today.

They stopped on a circular platform of smooth stone, frozen like milk. There is a void in the center. There were no benches, no pillows, no campfire. Only earth and sky.

«It’s A Circle Without an Answer,» Vladimir explained. – Here the pain does not come for advice. Not for salvation. She comes for your presence.

– But… what should I do?» Alina whispered. Her galaxy-like eyes were trembling with anxiety, as if preparing to absorb all the worlds at once. – I can’t just sit and watch someone count!

«That’s exactly what you have to learn, – Vladimir said softly. – Pain doesn’t always ask for medicine. Sometimes she whispers, «Just sit with me. Don’t go away.»

The first test: Pain without a name.

Vladimir retreated into the shadows. A figure rose from the ground – not a man, not a beast, but the very essence of pain, devoid of a face. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She just stood there, bent over, trembling like a candle flame fluttering in the wind of a forgotten memory.

«Come here, – Vladimir whispered. «Sit next to me.» Don’t say. Don’t offer to help. Just… be.

Alina stepped forward. Then another one. She knelt down. Then – to the ground. Next to the shadow.

Minute. Ten. Hour.

The shadow did not disappear. On the contrary, it has become denser. Alina felt: It’s not a View. It’s the pain of loneliness. The one that is born when you scream into the void – and no one answers.

She wanted to say, «I’m here,» «You’re not alone,» «I’ll help.»

But I remembered Vladimir’s words:

«Words are an attempt to control pain. And the pain doesn’t want to be manageable. She wants to be recognized.»

Alina was silent. I just sat there. She breathed in the same rhythm. I stared into the same void. Without judgment. Without fear. Without heroism.

And then the shadow… relaxed. She didn’t disappear. But for the first time in forever, I felt,

«Me. They are not afraid of me. They’re not rushing to fix me.»

The second test: Your own pain.

The next day, Vladimir brought Alina to the Mirror of Silence – not to the reflection of a face, but to the reflection of a soul hidden under layers of chronocode, masquerading as duty and a smile.

– Look, – he said. – Not on the face. At what you’re hiding.

Alina looked in and saw herself: not a heroine, not a Keeper of Hope, not the daughter of Chronos and Sandran… but a girl standing in the ashes of an erased world, with a stuffed dog in her hands and eyes full of the question:

«Why did Dad choose others and not me»?

It was her pain. Hidden, quiet, but alive – the one that always hid under a smile and duty.

«Now sit with her,» Vladimir said. – How I sat with the shadow. Don’t save me. Don’t fix it. Just… be close to yourself.

Alina sat down in front of the mirror. She put her palm on the cold glass. And she whispered with her heart:

«I’m here. You’re not alone.»

At that moment, the girl in the mirror smiled. And the world around Alina trembled slightly, as if the Green World itself breathed a sigh of relief.

The third test: The pain of the world.

In the last days of the month, Vladimir took Alina to the Pulse Garden, a place where trees grew out of frozen moments: the tree of the first kiss, the tree of the last «sorry», the tree that grew out of tears that no one comforted.

«Every tree is someone’s pain, – he said. – Approach anyone. Sit under it. Let yourself feel without trying to change.

Alina chose a tree with silver leaves and a crack in the trunk. Touching the bark, she felt a flash of memory: her mother dying in a fire war. A son shouting, «Mom!» A world that didn’t come to the rescue.

It was Knox’s pain. The one that gave birth to the Chrono Shadow.

Alina did not close her eyes. She didn’t turn away. I sat down under a tree. She hugged the trunk. And she whispered,

«I remember you. You’re not wrong. You are a pain that can be embraced.»

The branches whispered. The leaves rang like bells. And somewhere in the Black Abyss, Knox stopped crying for the first time in seven circles of time.

The result of the month.

On the last evening, Vladimir sat next to Alina at the «Circle Without an Answer».

– You thought you came here to learn how to save,» he said. «But you really came to learn to trust.»

«Trust what?» Alina asked.

– Trust that presence is already salvation. Silence is already a consolation. Being close is already love.

Alina looked at her hands. They weren’t shaking anymore.

«I understand now,» she said softly. – Heroism is not when you run to save. Heroism is when you stay, even if you can’t change anything.

«Exactly, – Vladimir smiled. – And this is the whole power of light.

5. Fifth month: Touch is like a tongue.

At the dawn of the fifth month, the fog over the jungle of the Green World had not yet lifted. It crept through the branches and vines like the breath of the earth itself, filled with the past and secret hopes. The trees whispered the dreams of recent nights, and every sound was like an unfinished thought. Vladimir Long took Alina to the Garden of the New Dialogue, a place where flowers did not grow and birds did not sing, but where every leaf, every stem, every stone kept the memory of touches that once healed and sometimes destroyed.

– Today you will learn not to speak,» he said, stopping by an ancient ficus tree with bark covered with cracks, like scars from unspoken words. – Today you will learn to touch.

«But doesn’t touching invade your personal space?» Alina asked, her galaxy – like eyes reflecting anxiety and doubt.

«Only if it’s selfish,» Vladimir replied. «Words can be learned, and hands speak more honestly than any speech. Touch is a feeling. It does not require permission, only consent.

He stretched out his palm to the ficus leaf – not grabbing it, not stroking it, but touching it, as if asking permission from the world itself.

«Start with him.»

Lesson one: touch in a way that does not doubt.

Alina carefully brought her fingers to the sheet. He was shaking. Not from the wind, but from fear. The leaf remembered how it was once picked without attention, without gratitude, just for the experience.

«Don’t be afraid,» she whispered, not with her lips, but with her palm. She didn’t push. I didn’t pull it. She was just there, like the shadow of the sun, like a breath on glass.

The leaf calmed down.

«You didn’t take it, – Vladimir said. «You asked me to be with you.» This is the first law of touch: not «I want to touch», but «do you allow me to be near»?

Lesson two: hold your hand so that you say, «You’re not alone.»

The next day, Vladimir brought Alina to the Bridge of Silent Hearts, a narrow path over a precipice where every step echoed with loneliness.

There, on the edge, sat an old man. Not from the flesh, but from memory. The spirit of one of Vladimir’s first followers, who could never forgive himself for abandoning a friend in need.

«Come here, – Vladimir said. «Hold his hand.» But not as a lifeguard. Like the one who says: «I know what it’s like to feel guilty. And yet I’m here.»

Alina sat down next to him. She put her hand on it, dry, trembling, and covered with wrinkles of remorse. She didn’t squeeze. She wasn’t attracted to the light. I just held it, like holding a cup of hot tea: so as not to burn, but so that the heat would reach.

The old man began to cry. Not with tears, but with ashes, if somewhere his guilt could finally fall and dissolve.

– Thank you, – he whispered. «You didn’t say, «Everything’s going to be okay.» You just said: «I’m with you.» And that’s… enough.

Lesson three: touching pain in a way that doesn’t hurt is a confession.

In the last week of the month, Vladimir brought Alina to the Cave of Unlived Tears, a place where pain did not scream, but remained silent because no one recognized it.

There was a crystal in the center of the cave, dim and cracked. It was the pain of the Chrono Shadow, the one that Alina was afraid to touch.

– Do you think the pain needs to be «fixed»? Vladimir asked. – no. It must be recognized. Like a child who cries not because he wants to be punished, but because he wants to be seen.

Alina came over. She didn’t reach out to «take away» the pain. She put her hand on the crystal, not from above, but from the side, as if hugging.

– I see you,“ she whispered in her heart. „You’re not wrong. You are a pain that no one has comforted. And I’m… not afraid of you.

The crystal cracked, but did not collapse. A spark burst from the cracks – not light, but hope.

«You didn’t hurt me, – Vladimir said. «You admitted it. And that’s the whole point of touching.

The result of the month.

By the end of the fifth month, Alina was no longer afraid to touch. She realized that touching is not an action. It’s a language.

A language that is spoken not with the lips, but with the heart. A language that does not argue, does not convince, does not save… He just says: «I’m here.»

One night, she went to the Mirror of Shattered Time and touched its surface – not to see Knox, but to tell him:

«I’m not afraid of your pain. I am ready to hold her in my arms – not as a burden, but as a trust.»

And somewhere in the Black Abyss, Knox began to cry black tears for the first time in seven circles of time. His pain was no longer alone.

6. Sixth month: Tears without shame.

At the dawn of the sixth month, the fog over the jungle of the Green World had not yet lifted. It crept through the branches and vines like the breath of the earth itself, soaked with forgotten hopes and unspoken secrets. The scent of damp earth mixed with the smell of tar and wet leaves, and each breath filled Alina’s lungs with a mixture of anxiety and foreboding. The trees whispered the dreams of recent nights, and every crack in the bark sounded like a quiet voice of forgotten pain. A light wind shook the vines, as if gently trying to comfort her.

Vladimir the Long-led Alina deep into the Temple of Roots, to a place where even the vines fell silent, and time breathed more slowly, listening to her heart.

«Today you will learn the most difficult thing,» he said softly, almost in a whisper that blended with the rustle of the leaves. – Don’t hold back. Not to forgive. Don’t be silent.

«What about it?» Alina whispered, her galaxy – like eyes trembling with anxiety and hidden fear.

«Cry.» Without shame. No excuses. Just… cry.

He brought her to the Lake Without Tears – not because they weren’t there, but because everyone who came here hid them. The water was clear, but cold – not from the temperature, but from loneliness, every unspeakable cry froze in it. Each drop held a tear that someone was holding back, afraid to let go.

– Crying is not a weakness, – Vladimir said, sitting down on the moss by the shore. – This is trust. Trust the world to accept your pain. Trust yourself that she won’t break you. And trusting others that they won’t turn away.

Alina lowered her gaze. She was crying, yes. But always in the shadows, in silence, when no one was looking. Because the daughter of Chronos and Sandran had no right to cry. She is the hope. Hope does not cry.

– I’m afraid,» she whispered, «that if I cry, the world will lose faith in me.»

«No,» Vladimir replied. «He will find faith in himself. Because she will see that even the one who brings the light… is still a human being.

Alina heard the whisper of the wind through the leaves, as if the jungle itself confirmed these words.: «You’re not alone… you can cry.»

The first cry: for myself.

He didn’t speak. He just sat down next to me and waited.

One hour. Two. Three.

Alina sat with her knees pressed together, looking into the water, where it reflected not her, but her fear:

«You’re a mistake. Your world was erased because it was weak. You only exist because your father chose others.»

And suddenly – a tear. Quiet as the first rain after a long drought. She rolled into the lake, and the water around her shone with warmth, as if taking her pain in her arms.

«It’s okay,» Vladimir said, not looking at her. – Crying for yourself is not selfish. This is a confession: «I’m living. And it hurts me.»

Alina didn’t stop. The tears came one after the other – not out of pity, but out of liberation. She was crying for:

• the child she no longer remembered – herself in the erased world;

• The mother who watched her daughter disappear from reality;

• The father who chose the universe… and lost his family;

• the self who still didn’t believe: her existence is already a miracle.

Each tear fell into the lake, and the lake sang as if resonating with the rhythm of her heart. The wind rustling through the leaves seemed to echo her inner release, and the moist scent of the jungle was woven into every breath, mixing pain with healing silence.

The second cry: for peace.

When the tears for himself had dried up, Vladimir led Alina to the Roots of the Temple, where trees from frozen moments grew: the tree of the first kiss, the tree of the last «I’m sorry», the tree that grew out of tears that no one comforted.

«Now don’t cry for yourself, – he said. «Cry for those who can’t.»

Alina touched the bark of a tree that had grown from Knox’s pain. And I saw:

• a boy planting a flower for a sick mother;

• a man who loses everything in a fire war;

A villain who steals time not out of greed, but out of desperation.

«He’s not a monster, – she whispered. – He is a pain that no one has embraced.

And the tears began to flow again. Not from grief, but from compassion, from deep, almost physical empathy.

Her tears fell on the roots of the Temple of Roots, nourishing them as if reviving frozen memories.

The wind suddenly picked up, as if the jungle itself had sighed with her, filling the space with the aromas of resin, damp earth and blooming moss, enveloping Alina with warmth and sadness at the same time.

The birth of the tree: «Hope for the Darkness.»

The next morning, Alina returned to the Temple and saw a miracle.

A tree grew out of the ground, where her tears fell. Not immediately. Not violently. Gradually. Assuredly. It grew, as if time itself had slowed down to witness the strength of her trust.

Its trunk was silver, as if carved from moonlight, visible on the frozen tears. The leaves are dark blue, almost black, but with streaks of light, as if history and memory lived in each leaf. Each one has a name on it.: Knox, Chrono-Shadow, The Forgotten One, those who whispered: «Tell me more…»

«This tree is not for the light, – Vladimir said, coming up from behind. «It’s for the Dark.» It tells her: «You’re not alone. Even if the whole world has turned away, hope grows here… for you.»

Alina came closer. She put her hand on the trunk.

«It’s throbbing,» she whispered. «Like a heart.»

«You see, – Vladimir smiled. «You didn’t just cry. You trusted me. And in this trust lies every power of light.

Lesson of the month.

By the end of the sixth month, Alina realized that

Tears are not weakness. It is the language of the soul when words are powerless.

Crying means admitting, «I’m alive. I still believe that you can stay with pain.»

And the one who cries for the other… is no longer a hero. He’s a house.

Somewhere in the Black Abyss, Knox finished crying black tears for the first time in seven circles of time. His pain was no longer alone.

On the Green World, the «Hope for Darkness» tree was quietly rustling its leaves, in the rhythm of a pulse that had not yet given up.

And the wind through the jungle seemed like soft laughter, tears combined with the breath of the world, and Alina was overwhelmed by the feeling that everything alive, even the Darkness, could accept her trust.

Chapter 8: Colosseum of Sand and Tears

The target is in the ashes.

While Alina was walking the Path of Silence in the Green World, her father and mother completed the Path of Two Hearts. Alexey the Mechanic and Kitty the Lion were not idle. Their word was spoken not through silence, but through battle, not through tears, but through the roar of the stands.

They traveled all over the Cybernetic planet: runners through sandy deserts and cliffs, wrestling in the Zero Heart Arena, racing across lakes teeming with monsters, jumping from faith over the abyss of erased beans. But all this is just a warm – up. Their real goal was much tougher: the «Colosseum of Sand and Tears» – an arena where endurance wins not strength, where every step is a test of the spirit, where time itself whispered about the deadly responsibility for every breath.

What for? Not for the sake of fame. Not for the sake of blood.

For the sake of the crystals.

Each victory brought Eternal Pulse Crystals, the rarest currency in the multiverse. They could get everything from spare parts for the Core Heart to information about missing worlds, and sometimes even a personal order from Dr. Ziggy «Boom Boom» Future himself.

Alexey and Lev did not fight for the sake of weapons, not for the sake of conquests. They longed for the fastest freedom ship in all the universes.

«Not everyone has the gift of movement,» Alexei said, fixing an old clock in the dressing room. His fingers, exposed in titanium mittens, glistened with silver light. – Not every planet has a teleporter. But if you have a ship… you choose where to fly and whose hand to hold.

The lion purred, his fur shone with golden veins in the light, his laser eyes sparkled with turquoise-blue light, and his tail left a trail of chrome dust in its wake.:

– Mrrr… and if you suddenly need to urgently deliver a laser pointer the size of the moon, we are ready!

Colosseum of Sand and Tears.

The Colosseum did not stand on the ground. He hung in a rift between worlds where time flowed backwards, and the audience were not just cyborgs and mechanicals, but the spirits of fallen fighters who had come to evaluate who was worthy of living.

The arena was circular, carved from the frozen tears of a Chrono-Heart that fell on the day Knox first cried. The sand underfoot was not sand, but the crushed oaths of traitors. Every step echoed in my memory: broken promises and forgotten words were pounding in my temples like the ringing of bells.

The stands were cracking under thousands of eyes. The Victor’s Crystal shone in the center, pulsating like a living heart, emitting a soft purple light that made the shadows of the fighter’s tremble on the sand.

In the shadows, Three Abyss Gladiators were preparing, an elite squad of Absolute Evil:

1. Wrath-9 is a cyborg with saws instead of hands, who has survived cliffs and disasters. His metal body shimmered rusty red, every joint sparkled from old fights.

2. Shadow-Fang is a killer chameleon whose eyes changed color from green to black depending on emotions, and his skin shimmered like liquid metal.

3. The Mad Mammoth is a 4—meter tank with a chest pain reactor and a new scar from a laser pointer; the armor is covered with burnt symbols.

They came back, and this time there were no rules.

The battle begins.

The robot referee with Knox’s face (old model, before the fall) raised his hand:

– LAUNCH!

Wrath-9 exploded with the roar of a dying reactor, each saw making a crackling sound as if it was cutting through the very air. Alexey froze at that moment, straightened his shoulders, the silver breastplate on his armor reflected the light of the arena like a splash of sunlight on water. His gaze flashed, and he said,

«My chains are made of steel.» My oath is from the light.

At the same moment, Kitty the Lion soared into the air. Her fur sparkled with gold and turquoise sparks, and her tail left a trail of stardust and flashes of blue light that shimmered like a living outline. She did acrobatic somersaults in the air, each movement reflected joy and excitement, laughter burst from her throat and turned into light vibrations resonating with the sand of the arena.

– Hey, Anger! Have you heard the joke about the cyborg who forgot to feed the cat? «Stop it!» she shouted, stabbing her tail right into the enemy’s jaw.

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