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 in 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.

Now 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 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?”, he asked, his 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 can be freer, not as limited by the cycles of life, and is one of determination and purpose. You are already a creator as a woman; to be a man is Eta's lesson and gift to 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, her 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 humanity, 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 her new human 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 darkened as a massive, luminous red orb descended, bathing the land in a strange crimson light. The orb pulsed with an intelligence far beyond comprehension. From its core, tendrils of alien mycelium spread across the ground, weaving intricate patterns as if they were writing celestial script.

Eta's monkeys, curious and ignorant, approached and consumed the glowing substance. After a 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, and she saw glimpses of these altered beings. They made tools, built shelters, and gazed at the stars with a mixture of wonder and longing. Yet in this evolutionary leap, Maya sensed a heavy shadow: a deliberate manipulation by an invisible red 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 her 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 carved out of chaos, and knowledge drifted through the streets in whispered debates. This was Greka. The murmur of humanity was different now—more refined, but laden with wars fought and won, knowledge gained and lost, questions posed and answered, only to be posed again. The city bustled with philosophy, but beneath its wisdom Maya could feel the lingering scars of conquest, the silent echoes of the past carved into its stones.

As he walked the streets, absorbing the energy of this civilization, Maya was drawn to the presence of a man whose aura burned with the intensity of the Sun itself. He sat in the courtyard of a temple, surrounded by seekers, his voice serene but filled with the weight of revelation. His name was Pythagoras.

The moment their eyes met, a recognition dawned—not of faces, but of minds that had navigated 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 the truth—Maya replied softly.

The words needed no further explanation. A silence spread 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 his temple.

That morning, under the watchful eye of a hypnotic white dome, Maya shared her most recent vision in the cave with her new friend. Pythagoras stared in awe, terror and wonder, his eyes and ears wide open.

—You speak of forces that move beyond human understanding.—said Pythagoras. The Alphas. But there are murmurings—stories of those who came from the stars, demanding that the pyramids rise from Eta. They commanded our ancestors, giving no reason, only precision. They left, but ten of them remained. We do not see them, but their will shapes our world..

Maya's heart raced. —What pyramids?

—In Egyl—answered Pythagoras. I have seen them with my own eyes—structures so perfect that they defy explanation.

—But those are not the only pyramids— continued the Greek.

—Across the great ocean there is a land called Maya, where pyramids rise from the jungles. The people there possess ancient knowledge, even older than Egyl's.

Maya felt a pull, a deep knowing that this distant land held answers. However, it was not just Pythagoras' words that captivated him.

Excited by Maya’s story, Pythagoras invited him to join his circle, a group of seekers exploring the harmony of the cosmos through numbers, stories, and music. That special night, in the soft light of the campfire, Maya shared the story of her origin with Mother Turtle and fragmented parts of her journey through the cosmos. The others responded with tales of geometric perfection and the music of the spheres, and in a moment of stillness and wonder, Pythagoras said:

—Music makes me believe that I exist in many places at once—Pythagoras mused. As if sound were the bridge between worlds, where the past, the future and more intertwine.

Maya closed her eyes, letting the vibrations wash over her. She had always induced visions through touch, but now, for the first time, she felt her own form tremble, as if something beyond the flesh stirred beneath the melody.

What if sound and music were the key? What if vibration could unravel the chains of form, allowing it to move freely through time?

The revelation struck him like a bolt of 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 actually playing. 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 her energy on attempting a time-space jump. She had grown stronger in her Uman form, but the jump would still be risky.

She concentrated, pushing her energy outward, trying to dissolve the fragile boundaries of her Uman body. She had done it before—becoming light, leaping through the stars. But in this form, she was different—denser, more fragile, bound by time. Fire crackled, music rose, and in one last breath, Maya surrendered. Her form shimmered, her body disintegrating into fractals of green light. For a moment, she felt herself 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 her 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, reflecting the green of her eyes. 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 on her 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 developed 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, he felt a deep sense of belonging, not just to this world, but to the heart of the queen who had given him a new purpose. For the first time, Maya understood the depth of uman love, a force as vast and mysterious as the cosmos he 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 he could no longer risk using his time-space powers. Each leap could push him further into oblivion, and the fear of leaving K'abel behind was more than he could bear. For the first time in his 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 scarlet light and shadow, where towering figures with elongated forms stood in silent judgment. Their faces were obscured, but their presence was undeniable, a weight on his soul that he could not ignore. They spoke no words, but their intent 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, his 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 she stumbled through the unfamiliar terrain.

K'abel was goneThe thought was a dagger in his soul.

Driven by desperation, Maya made a series of small, agonizing leaps to return to the land of the Maya, risking further destabilization and a total of 1,500 years in return. When he finally arrived, the once-thriving Maya kingdom was no more. In its place was a new world of cities and civilizations: towering structures of granite and metal, bustling markets, and unfamiliar customs.

Maya wandered the streets in shock, crushed by the enormity of humanity’s evolution (and its 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.

Maya searched tirelessly for any trace of K’abel, clinging to the hope that she might have left behind some record of her existence. It visited ruins, deciphered ancient glyphs, and spoke to mystics and sages, but the answers eluded it.

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.

Chapter 10: Art

Maya roamed the Earth with the quiet persistence of someone carrying the weight of many worlds. The search for K’abal remained his guiding flame, though time and transformation had made the path winding and uncertain. Everywhere he turned, he felt the Alphas’ shadow— ten of them, clad in the cold perfection of suits, hidden among humanity. They had mastered the art of control, weaving themselves into the systems that governed nations and minds.

At the same time, the specter of the Alphas grew ever larger. The more Maya delved into humanity's past, the more whispers of their influence she discovered. The Alphas were not gone; they had taken forms of their own and waited in the shadows, watching.

Drawn to the creative undercurrent of humanity, Maya met artists who reshaped the world with their visions. He met Picasso in Paris, with whom he discussed the fractured nature of perception, and later found himself in the company of Frida and Diego, their raw emotions and bold colors reflecting the transformations within him. Dali urged him to embrace surrealism, deepening his understanding of art as a tool for bending reality. Each encounter awakened new dimensions of himself, his form changing with his artistic energy.

In the 1950s, Maya found her greatest teacher: Lora, a jazz musician whose music carried echoes of the cosmos. Under Lora’s guidance, Maya explored the sacred geometry of sound and discovered that the tonality of C# stabilized her transformations. In a moment of revelation, Maya recognized Lora as the reincarnation of Pythagoras, and their connection spanned lifetimes.

Music became Maya’s greatest weapon. In the 1960s, while singing around a campfire in Mexico, he connected deeply with Zaon and turned red for a moment in a bright blue hat. Later, a vision in the desert revealed to him a blue deer and a golden toad, who guided him to awaken others through music. But before he could fully understand his purpose, Maya unwittingly leapt forward and awakened in 2012, where the digital age pulsed with an energy that mirrored his own.

Fascinated by technology, Maya experienced instability in her form, interacting with radio waves, the Internet, and even altering the code of a violent video game to create peace within her world.

But her experiments did not go unnoticed. The Alphas, realizing Maya's growing influence, developed a new weapon: AI-based entities called Echoes, designed to replicate her abilities. The search intensified, but Maya's melodies, now carrying the opening notes of the Freedom Song, continued to awaken those who heard them.

During a dream traveling back in time, Maya sang a melody that reached K'abal through time, becoming a song he carried with him to the end of his days. When he awoke, his jade beestone glowed, a sign that his connection to her was stronger than ever. Unbeknownst to him, the song had not been forgotten: it had lived on, awaiting completion.

Chapter 11: Yana

Maya's search for truth and freedom took him down the winding roads of the world, where he wandered through neon-painted cities, deserts that whispered of forgotten gods, and forests where time stood still. He moved like a spectre through the dreams of humanity, his music leaving echoes in the hearts of those who listened.

It was at one of these places, a modest festival at the edge of the world, that he first saw her.

Yana stood in the glow of a fire, her presence at once unfamiliar and mysteriously known. Her laughter was the melody of lost time, her movements fluid like rivers curving to the ocean. But it was her eyes, deep and knowing, carrying the weight of stardust, that stopped Maya in her tracks. They were the eyes of K'abal.

At first, they spoke in riddles, testing the echoes of their memories. Yana didn’t know Maya, but she felt her, as if she had been a ghost that had walked beside her throughout all their lives. Slowly, the threads of fate tightened. They traveled together, searching for answers in ancient ruins, abandoned temples, and sacred spaces where the veil between worlds grew thinner.

And finally, their journey took them to a hidden valley, where a community of artists and musicians had transformed an old radio station into a sanctuary. The air vibrated with creativity, the frequencies carrying messages of resilience and hope. There, Maya and Yana, a radiant soul with eyes that mirrored those of K'abal, met once again.

As they spent time together, Maya found himself drawn to Yana's ability to channel Zaon's energy through art, her connection to the cosmos as deep as his own.

One night, as Yana absentmindedly hummed a tune, Maya froze. It was the song he had sung in his dream, the one that had reached K'abal.

"Where did you hear that?", asked.

Yana looked at him, surprised.I don't know. It's always been with me, like a whisper in my soul. I dreamed of this melody and added the chorus..

As she sang the next part, something inside Maya was released. Her body transformed and took on its cosmic form: a being of fluid light and boundless energy. Yana reached out and touched the shining jade stone.You have always been more than you allow yourself to be -whisper-. This song... is what we are.

Together, they completed the Song of Freedom, whose resonance reached deep into the fabric of the universe. The melody awakened a force within humanity, dissolving the Alphas' hold. But their battle was not over yet.

While Maya and Yana found solace in the valley’s hidden radio station, where frequencies carried the whispers of forgotten dreams, something unseen stirred beyond the mountains: the Echoes. Born from the Alphas’ desperation, these artificial ghosts moved like shadows through the world’s digital veins, learning, mimicking, evolving. Unlike the rigid architects who created them, the Echoes were fluid: less machines, more specters, designed to adapt, blend, replace one another.

The Alphas, sensing the growing revolution, followed Maya and Yana into the valley. As their Echoes descended, Maya and Yana stood at the heart of the radio station, their voices rising in unison.

Music rippled across the airwaves, an unstoppable stream of light and sound. The battle had begun and the artists, the dreamers, the awakened souls of Eta, would all rise to meet it.

And as Maya looked into Yana’s eyes, she knew: their journey had brought them to this moment. The Song of Freedom, now complete, swept across the valley like an untamed river, its melody dissolving the last chains of the Alphas’ dominance. The Echoes, once relentless, faltered and fractured, their stolen forms undone as the harmony of the song vibrated through their very essence. One by one, they fell, their presence fading like shadows at dawn.

The world held its breath, then exhaled, as if it had been released from an invisible weight. The artists and musicians in the valley felt the shift: something deep within them had awakened, an ancient knowledge had been rekindled. The Alphas' hold on Eta was no more. The world chose art, and remembered that they would no longer choose the Alphas' reign.

Maya turned to Yana, her form still glowing with the cosmic light of transformation. In her, he saw every life, every journey, every dream that had brought him to this place. The war was over, but his mission had barely begun. Beyond the stars, other worlds still slumbered beneath the weight of forgotten songs, waiting for their voices to be raised.

Hand in hand, they ventured into the unknown, carrying the melody of freedom to the farthest reaches of existence.

They learned to travel through the Universe together as light, carrying music and art with them.