The cosmos stretched infinitely, as it always does—a black sea punctuated by an endless scatter of stars. Distant and eternal, the stars flickered like the reflections of long-forgotten fires upon the dark, still surface of an ocean. Amid this expanse, there were systems of every variety: planets orbiting suns, icy comets weaving their trails, and nebulous clouds glowing with hues that defied human comprehension.

But here, at this very moment, the silent sea of stars was host to something extraordinary. A meteor shower—the kind of display that humbled even the grandest of cosmic phenomena. Endless rocks, aflame with violent brilliance, streaked across the void. They came in all shapes, in all sizes, from fragments that might crush mountains to titanic stones that could, with ease, derank the earth to a mere pebble.

Each meteor blazed in one direction, synchronized, as though the universe itself had rehearsed this celestial dance. Their passage left trails of fire and light in hues of red, blue, and violet—a spectacle so vibrant, so overwhelming, it seemed as though the cosmos itself had erupted in paint. An episode lasting hours, then days, and finally weeks, as though the meteors themselves refused to conclude their act.

One month—yes, an entire month of unplanned cosmic brilliance. A binge-worthy series of beauty written in flame and motion.

And yet, it still wasn’t over.

As the meteors began to close the courtains, one stood apart, rebelling—motionless, defiant, ablaze and imposing. It did not streak through the sky as its brethren did, nor did it falter. It simply hung there, suspended in the impossible silence, as though challenging the stars themselves.

No, not a meteor, not at all. It was something else. Someone else???

A closer look peeled away the illusion, the celestial body revealing its secrets to eyes capable of discerning truth. From confusion to clarity, the flickering flames resolved their mysteries: it was huamn???

A youngster, adrift in the black infinity of space, but no ordinary traveler. His form burned with defiance, the flames not consuming him but emitting from him. They did not smother nor rage wildly; they were the fire itself—a living inferno set against the backdrop of endless space where no oxygen dared to dwell. The fire burned because the adolescent willed it, existing outside of natural law. It was, like the boy, otherworldly.

“Hey, smarty!... I’m bored!”

His voice shattered the silence, a ripple cutting through the indifferent black as though space itself turned to listen. It was casual, careless—a sound no celestial body should have permitted.

“Bored? BORED!?”

A reply erupted like an indignant thunderclap. The words emerged with power, as though insulted by the sheer audacity of such a claim. And then laughter—a deep, resonant, knowing laughter—rumbled through the emptiness, shaking stars that should never tremble.

“That avatar of yours is breaking your mind, Strength! AHAHAHAHA!”

“Maybe,” the reply followed, unbothered, his fire mane calming down into a beautiful, red flowing hair. He flexed his fingers absently, watching the embers scatter and fade. “But I do feel it now. Real, actual boredom.”

The other voice sighed in response. “I honestly… don’t care,” it said, the laughter lingering faintly in its wake.

“Yeah, I know—but I do! I’m bored of making these cosmic shows that nobody watches!” He said, raising his hands—each nail was chaotically painted in one of three tones, violet, blue and red, all in immaculate sync with the meteors’ hues. He continued the gesture, poiting those his fingers towards nothing—at the empty cosmos. In a nearby area, out of thin nothingness, a fewsh new storm of comets came into reality, each igniting at his command, re-entered the harmonious dance, once again…

His voice lingered, until silence consumed all—just for a moment as the bored boy continued with a tone anew. “Hey old man…”

“OLD MAN!?-" Unfortunately this shock was not only ignored, but also interrupted. "That thing—that being… is what killed our ancestors?”, his voice sharp as steel, filled with something… some emotions…

“Yes,” came the measured reply, the tone carrying an unsettling sense of inevitability. “But it’s not as though you’re linked to that reality. If you were… Well… You wouldn’t exist here, claiming the title you embody at this very moment."

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A moment of silence followed before the voice, brimming with curiosity and disdain, cut through once more. “So? Not touchy-touchy on that guy? Is he really that indestructible?”

“Not exactly…”

A flicker of something else—intrigue, perhaps—broke the stillness.

“Hm?”

“I’ve studied him for a long while,” the companion replied, words heavy with the weight of revelation. “And there’s a way to touch… the soul.”

“Okay, but what’s the catch, Truthseeker?"

Truthseeker—the name adopted by the being known as The Concept of Wisdom, a greedy ruler that governs over all intelligence and information. Some might call him, TRUTH ITSELF!

As for his fiery companion? The body conversing with the Truthseeker? It was an avatar of a firey being, The Concept of Stretgh. Nobody was prouder in their stupidty as he was, yet—that description would apply only when compared to other concepts—it still carried endless secrets of the cosmos after all.

“Yes. The soul is exorcisable,” the Truthseeker admitted, the words lingering in the void like a puzzle piece snapping into place. “But the body is…” He interrupted his idea with a short sigh, before finishing it, “Even I can’t grasp what’s with that body, actually…”

A low whistle—mocking, yet tinged with something close to respect. “Yooooh, that’s some heavy shit right there, y’know? What kind of abomination is even capable of that!? Defying the Truthseeker's comprehension!?”

The first voice flared with irritation, equal parts frustration and dark amusement. “Yeah... The catch of the exorcism is that once the soul leaves the body… Only annihilation awaits us.”

“Gotcha! So no going to exorcise him, aight?” He mocked directly at the information laid in front of him.

“HAH!” A chuckle raised and shook the meteors, transforming them into cosmic dust. “And what do you think you’re capable of? Other than heading towards your own annihilation! Or is that your way of making a successor for your title!? HAHAHAHAA!” The laughter was filled with mockery—a payback for earlier.

“Ah? So you’re saying I can’t put even a scratch on that thing?” The boy’s face torsioned during his reply, was he… pouting? Maybe, but that didn’t last for long. It wasn’t like him to be down—and, with a humorless chuckle he echoed back. “Heh. Wasn’t the Concept of the END itself mauled down by his teeth?”

“Yes,” Truthseeker confirmed. “The physical body is indeed supreme, beyond doubt.”

There was a beat—a pause stretched taut, heavy with incredulity—before the first voice erupted.

“Ay-yo! You’re fucking with me, right? You’re telling me he ended an entire existence through sheer brutality? Raw physical force? Like a beast running wild across the strings of creation?”

Truthseeker didn’t falter, unmoved by the disbelief. “You, of all beings, should not be so surprised. You are fighting endlessly with the concept of Superiority itself—pitting yourself against it in a reverse flow of time. How can physical prowess, capable of tearing through the very fabric of reality, baffle you? You, who ignore the constraints of time for the fun of it.”

A charged silence followed, the words lingering in the void like an open challenge. The first voice said nothing, yet its presence flared in response—its pride, its strength, refusing to accept the idea of inferiority.

And the Truthseeker knew. Knew that the being it addressed could not—would not—turn away from this knowledge.

A sigh rippled through the void, soft yet laden with weight, filling the silence between the two voices.

“I see…”

“Indeed. But it’s guaranteed that the The concept of the END won’t send nothing against him!”

“Aha… And why won’t the End just… y’know, end the soul?”

“It’s unwise to,” Truthseeker replied without hesitation. “If the soul is destroyed, the body’s reawakening becomes inevitable. And without the soul trapped in it—well, they might succeed in ending everything. This time, it wouldn’t just be the end of existence. They will wipe out even the spark that begins when nothing exists.”

“That’s… Uhmm…”

“I know,” the Truthseeker admitted, his voice a measured calm. “But I’d rather not see a certain Concept of Stretgh go poking around, provoking a being that would undoubtedly win any battles. Only two concepts can exorcize that soul: the End and”, “and, let me guess, Superiority.” the youngster interrupted.

“Indeed,” Wisdom said, paying no mind to that remark, ”thankfully, the concept of the End is deep asleep and lacks the intention of playing with anyone. And as for Superiority…” A pause, reluctant but truthful. “Her wisdom is… superior to mine. She already knows not to poke at the abomination… I hope…”

A dry chuckle broke the stillness. “Sure…”

“How’s your fight going, by the way?” The dark tone finally shifted into a new one of… curiosity. “The concept of Strength fighting the concept of Superiority—it’s a spectacle that never ceases to amuse me. Power, ever growing, never stopping. A concept that is above all in strength, and if not it just grows above, as it’s supposed to—facing a force that is always… superior. A showcase where two beings grow endlessly to overcome each other! For eternity.”

“Yeah,” came the wry, tired reply. “Time still flows in reverse, and I no longer know how to stop anymore.”

“It just never ends, huh?” Truthseeker said, a faint note of amusement lacing his words.

The boy replied, a bitter sort of laugh. “Heh, no. I hope it... never does.”