Zyvarin

It took 100 years since planet ceased to be ours. Along with two others, I was torn from what was left of my world and taken to yours. 49BE was not what I imagined; it was a mixture of impossible colors and shapes that defied logic. There, they led us to the "chapels," spaces where they prepared us for the purpose that we still did not understand. It was in that place that I met him. It was not completely human; it was a creation, a perfect aberration. His voice echoed like an echo between galaxies, as fascinating as it was disturbing. Something in him aroused my deepest fears, a dark certainty: the real danger was not the little voices, but him.