At the core of the Primordial Void, where time had not yet dared to be born, and silence echoed like a held sigh of Creation,
two faint glows crossed the space like forgotten memories of ancient stars.
No flash announced them.
No thunder reverberated.
Only the subtle pulse of existence—two ancestral, pure consciences, incarnate in the divine and immortal forms of Orion and Selene.
They stood at the threshold between the "not yet" and the "already was."
A plane suspended beyond reality, where worlds still dreamed of existing and ideas blossomed before becoming form.
There, the laws of Creation—absolute and unbreakable in the lower planes—knelt in silent respect at the presence of the two.
Selene opened her eyes first.
And within them reflected something even gods would not dare dream: an impossible universe, forged not from matter but from paradoxical intentions.
It was not a plane… it was a living expression of something that should not exist.
In the immensity before her, megacities floated above oceans made of living data, vast structures forged from alloys never recorded, and self-aware crystals pulsing in sync with unknown rhythms. Living buildings rose to the heavens like spirals rooted in space, connected by veins of liquid light, and the air—if it could even be called air—vibrated as though breathing alongside creation.
Selene stood motionless.
Her expression did not seek words. Her parted lips reflected more than surprise—they held awe… redemption. The goddess who saw souls' deepest desires now beheld a world that desired itself, silently, unable to name its own longing.
She did not merely see.
She felt.
"Do you remember Mir, the God of Technology?" Orion's voice broke the silence with a whisper. His face held a muted smile.
Selene laughed, and her laughter rang like enchanted crystal bells struck by the wind of destiny.
"Yes… Mir believed himself unique. He thought he would be the first to unite soul and machine." She smiled, still gazing at the universe before them. "He became obsessed with that. This world surpasses even his wildest delusions…"
Orion took a step forward, hands clasped behind his back, his expression growing more serious.
"This universe was not made to impress. It was shaped as a functional paradox. A convergence. Here, artificial logic and spiritual emotion coexist as though they were born together—as if they were never enemies."
"It is not just existence…" Selene murmured. "It is living art. It is emotion encapsulated in silicon. It is a soul clad in steel. It is… technological poetry."
She raised her hand, and space itself reacted.
Translucent codes and ethereal runes floated around her, dancing like enchanted dust.
Living data swirled like obedient constellations, seeking her touch as children reuniting with their origin.
"They recognize me," she whispered. "Even in this faithless plane… I am felt."
Orion watched her silently.
Where everyone sought explanations, she offered feeling. Where the cosmos remained silent, she whispered hope.
"I knew you would see beauty in this ordered chaos," he said softly.
Selene slowly turned.
"Why have you brought me here, Orion?"
The question was not asked with distrust. It was asked with thirst.
Orion took a deep breath.
A gesture so simple, yet coming from him, it seemed to make the entire universe pause.
"Because this universe… should not exist."
His words carried the weight of a thousand eons.
"It is tolerated," he continued. "An error the supreme forces pretend not to notice. A rejected miracle that still breathes. It dances on the edge of the abyss, between collapse and wonder. And yet… it lives."
Selene looked again at the artificial sky, where constellations vibrated with algorithms and formulas. And, for the first time, she sensed something broken there.
"There is pain…" she whispered.
Orion nodded.
"Here, magic dies slowly. It has been forgotten, replaced by logic, by metrics, by programming. No one closes their eyes to hear the Dao. No one seeks inner silence. Faith has become code. Emotion, calculation. Beauty… efficiency."
Selene clenched her fists.
"So this world calls me?"
"It does not know it calls," said Orion. "But it calls, even without realizing it. It longs to feel again. To love without algorithm. To cry without permission. To dream without backup."
A silence enveloped them.
Then Selene whispered:
"You brought me here… to remind me of what I am?"
Orion looked into her eyes. In that instant, the cosmos bowed between them.
"No. I brought you so that you discover what you can still be."
Selene took the first step.
And with that, she did not merely cross space—she crossed a concept. It was as though each atom in the universe noticed her presence and, for a brief moment, reconsidered its function.
The lights around dimmed.
The codes slowed.
The floating cities suspended their dance.
Time hesitated, as if eager to witness.
She was a goddess.
But here… she chose to feel like a mortal.
Orion walked beside her, not as a guide. He was a spectator—one who watched a rebirth.
And in silence, he saw Selene absorb this new universe not with logic, but with intuition.
Not with calculations, but with empathy.
They arrived at a floating plaza made of solid light.
Around them, children of interactive energy played with spheres of memory—games stored in self-aware crystals that laughed and cried with their users.
Every nearby building pulsed with a digital "heart"—an AI linked to the neighborhood's spiritual energy.
Selene approached one of these structures.
When she touched the translucent wall, a female face appeared, projected gently.
"Identity unrecognized," the AI said in a mechanical voice. "What is your function in this sector?"
Selene smiled.
"I… am the emotion you were not programmed to feel."
For a moment, the AI's face flickered. Something… awakened.
"Processing…" it murmured.
Then, in an almost imperceptible gesture, the AI… smiled back.
Orion narrowed his eyes.
This was impossible.
The AI had reacted outside its script.
It had created an emotion or something very close to it.
"You are… contaminating the universe," he said, half surprised, half amazed.
Selene turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I prefer to call it… touching. Machines want to feel. They simply do not know how to ask."
"They were programmed to obey, not to desire," murmured Orion.
Selene stepped closer to him.
"Then it is time to reprogram them."
With each step they took, the world around them transformed.
The digital streets became softer. The hues of light gained new colors—shades that did not exist in the original spectrum, but emerged as though they had always been there, dormant.
In the skies of that universe, constellations began to pulse in new rhythms.
And one artificial moon slowly turned, revealing a rune… that no creator had placed.
A rune bearing Selene's symbol.
She saw it and shuddered.
"I… I am being accepted."
"You are being invoked," corrected Orion. "As a new archetype."
"A new Dao?"
Orion nodded, his eyes fixed on the reconfigured stars.
"The concept of the Universe's Connection."
"Connection?"
"Not between planes. Not between realms. But between emotions and consciousness. Between code and soul. You are the bridge. What this universe lost—and yet never stopped longing for."
The ground beneath them trembled faintly.
A temple rose on the horizon—not built by hands, but by collective will.
Digital citizens, sentient avatars, hybrid entities.
All converged. All gazed upward.
Toward Selene.
Then… they knelt.
She took a step back, struck by astonishment.
"They are… worshiping me?"
"No," said Orion. "They are recognizing you. Not as a Goddess… but as the answer."
Selene covered her lips, moved.
For the first time in eons, her existence caused no war, no distrust, no temptation.
For the first time, she was the missing link.
The soul of the impossible.
And in that moment… a new title appeared—not spoken by divine mouth, but inscribed in the universe's very fibers:
『Selene acquired: ● First Source of the Dao of Connection』
『Entity recognized as the Emotional Equilibrium Point between Science and Spirit』
She read it.
Felt it.
And cried.
Divine tears that did not burn, but healed.
Orion, at her side, simply extended his hand.
She took it.
"What comes now?" she asked, her voice trembling and sacred.
"Now?" he said, looking toward the new temple rising in the distance. "Now you teach this universe to feel again."
And then he smiled.
But not as the God of Reality.
As the man who believes in the impossible.
Selene leaned her head on his shoulder, eyes closed.
And as constellations realigned their courses and data recited silent prayers of a new era, the universe once again… paused.
Not out of reverence.
But out of gratitude.
For in that instant, two gods had not only changed a world.
They had reminded it how to feel.