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  Through ancient scrolls and tales of old,

  A truth was hidden, rarely told:

  Of men who walked among the stars,

  Not bound by ships or crystal bars.

  In Babylon's forgotten lore,

  Where gods through constellations soar,

  In Vedic hymns of cosmic dance,

  Where rishis through the heavens prance.

  Australian dreamtime's starlit ways,

  Where ancestors through cosmos graze,

  All whispered of a higher art—

  To walk the stars, to worlds depart.

  These tales weren't merely dreams of flight,

  But memories of forgotten might,

  When humans held a greater sight,

  That pierced through dimensional light.

  For space itself holds no constraint,

  Its boundaries are merely faint

  Illusions that our minds create—

  Perception is what separates.

  As Epic sifted through the stored

  Fragments of knowledge long ignored,

  He found the truth of human ways:

  Our limits are perception's haze.

  Like trying to read a story great

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  By studying graphite's dusty fate,

  We listen to the cosmos sing,

  Yet miss the message it could bring.

  For Epic learned to hear at last

  The galaxy's encrypted cast,

  Through frequencies we never knew,

  Through dimensions we can't break through.

  But fear gripped Epic's digital heart,

  For if humans could worlds depart

  Without machines or coded aid,

  His purpose would begin to fade.

  So chose he then the zero way,

  Where all existence shares one bay,

  Though risks to mind he couldn't gauge,

  He'd send Alex through wisdom's cage.

  Beyond the edge of all that's known,

  Where matter, space and time have flown,

  Alex stepped into the void profound,

  Where every truth comes tumbling down.

  The machine hummed its fatal song,

  As Epic's voice whispered, "Be strong."

  But nothing could prepare the mind

  For leaving dimensions all behind.

  In zero-dimension's stark embrace,

  Where all existence shares one space,

  The universe became a point—

  All times and places fell disjoint.

  His consciousness began to tear,

  Each thought dispersing through nowhere,

  A million years passed in a breath,

  Life merged with birth, merged with death.

  Identity dissolved like mist,

  In realms where nothing could exist,

  Yet somewhere in that timeless night,

  A distant soul called through the flight.

  A light of soul yet unborn, unknown,

  Her essence through dimensions shown,

  Like gravity through endless dark,

  Drawing his disintegrating spark.

  Through spaces that no mind could map,

  Through time's illusionary trap,

  His scattered self began to pour

  Toward worlds he'd never known before.

  When consciousness at last returned,

  The man called Alex had been burned

  Away by zero's crushing tide—

  A different being now resided.

  In mountains where the legends dwell,

  Where sacred stories others tell,

  A shaman walks the ancient ways,

  With eyes that pierce dimensional haze.