Prologue: The Shell of Knowledge

  In the heart of the sanctuary, where the bubble of truth and trust shimmered like a beacon of hope, I sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. The ancient runes beneath me pulsed with a faint, otherworldly glow, remnants of the journey that had forever changed me. My name is Arch, and I am now the keeper of the Shell of Knowledge.

  The Shell of Knowledge, a relic of unimaginable power, had been my salvation and a burden. It was a vessel, a repository of wisdom that spanned the breadth of existence. The conch shell had been passed down from shamen and spiritual leaders, its surface etched with symbols that shifted like living ink. Once passed down, this shell passed on information, memories, experiences, and feelings. This shell was forged from the technology of the First Beings, those ancient architects of reality whose vessel crashed eons ago, leaving their knowledge to decay. They created the shell not merely to preserve data, but to pass on the weight of their legacy—a legacy that could uplift or obliterate those who touched it. This shell was known to the Enlightened Ones, but it was lost to them just as it was lost to history.

  When I first laid my hands upon it, I was consumed by its brilliance. Pure information flooded my mind, a tsunami of consciousness that nearly drowned me. The one thing that is needed to feed my power of the super probability matrix. The world around me faded, and I was thrust into a dimension of pure consciousness, where time and space were mere illusions. A simple road that I could navigate easily. The shell did not transfer in words, but in the universal tongue of feelings: the ache of a dying star, the triumph of a civilization rising from ash, the terror of souls trapped between dimensions.

  For what felt like an eternity, I absorbed the accumulated knowledge of the universe. I experienced all aspects. I saw the birth of stars, the rise and fall of worlds, the whispers of dying gods, the intricate dance of souls across dimensions, and the fractured echoes of a million timelines. I witnessed the triumphs and tragedies of countless beings, each story a thread in the grand tapestry of existence. I learned the truth behind the Ultrasapiens’ awakening—their DNA rewritten by long forgotten fragments of the First Beings. I learned the secrets of ancient technologies, the mysteries of spiritual realms, and the hidden laws that governed our realities. The shell allowed me to see everything—the beauty, the horror, the infinite shades between.

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  When I finally emerged from my trance, my mind burned with truths no mortal should bear. Some called it a coma, but I digress. My mind had expanded beyond its limits, and I could see the world in ways I had never imagined. It was as though I had already experienced it all. With my power on fire, I could perceive millennia into the future, not as a fixed destiny, but as a branching tree of possibilities. I found I could delve just as far into the past, unraveling the threads of history to understand the present. As a cumulated result, I could transcend dimensions, swimming through the interconnectedness of all things. I beheld the work of god, and it was fire.

  With this newfound power, I became the narrator of our story. I could see through the eyes of every character, understand their motivations, and reveal the hidden truths that shaped their journeys. I could weave together the disparate threads of our tale, creating a narrative that spanned time and space.

  This is the story of the After Life, the world reborn from the ashes of armageddon. It is a tale of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of hope and despair. It is a story of the Ultrasapiens and Pure Bloods, of the evolution of life left alone or forcefully made to conform. It is a story of the unbreakable bonds that bind us together, even in the face of unimaginable challenges.

  I am Arch, short for the Architect. As time goes on, you’ll come to understand why. I should have introduced myself properly at the beginning of the last book, but sometimes the most important stories unfold in their own time. Now, as I sit around the campfire with the children—the indigo children who were the first to return as Ultrasapiens—I realize that it is time to share the full story with them. They listen intently, their eyes wide with curiosity and wonder, as I recount the adventures that have shaped our world.