AI 藝術: Prologue I didn’t want this to happen. I never asked for adventure. I liked the days before everything became difficult, back when life was predictable, when I could wake up and know exactly what to expect, but like my mom always says, “Life is an adventure, or nothing at all.” Right now, though, it feels more like nothing. I wish I could have just one conversation, I wish I could hear someone’s voice. Instead, here I am, floating in what looks like the ruins of a world long past its glory days. Buildings, or what remains of them, tower in the distance, their frames casting shadows against an eerie, washed-out sky. The air is thick with silence, a quiet so profound it presses against my ears, making me feel like an outsider even in my own thoughts. Let me catch you up. My name is Akari Takahashi. I’m sixteen years old, and I grew up in a small village named Vayndral. Nothing out of the ordinary was ever supposed to happen. Life was simple. My days were filled with routine—wake up, deal with my brother's endless attempts to annoy me, eat breakfast, and if the day allowed, sneak back into bed before my mom noticed. That was my world. That was normal. But of course, something had to happen. Chapter 1 The Dilemma of Town Hall If you asked me to pinpoint the exact moment everything went sideways—when the world tilted upside down and launched me into a whirlwind of, well, let’s just call it ‘adventure’ for now—I’d tell you: March 18th, 1656. Yeah, that far back. You’re probably picturing knights in shining armor, towering castles, maybe even a dragon or two. And honestly, you wouldn’t be entirely wrong. See, Vayndral wasn’t just some sleepy village hidden in the hills. It had recently blossomed into its own kingdom, a small but thriving area in an otherwise normal valley. The kind of place where people knew each other by name, where merchants bargained in the marketplace over sacks of grain, and where the blacksmith’s hammer could be heard down the streets from morning to night. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. Then came that day. The day started just like any other. It was nearing noon when my mother, full of energy and a stunning ability to disrupt my plans of relaxation, yanked my blanket right off of me. “Get up, Akari! You’ll miss out on life if you spend all of it sleeping!” she said, her voice far too cheerful for my half-asleep mind. I groaned, swatting blindly at the air where my blanket had once been. “It’s still early…” “It’s almost midday,” she corrected, hands on her hips. “Now get dressed. The mayor called a meeting at town hall. Everyone has to be there.” “What’s it about?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. She sighed dramatically, as if I should already know. “Something important, I assume. That’s why it’s mandatory.” Great. Just what I needed. A mandatory meeting. After dragging myself out of bed and dressing in something “presentable,” I stepped outside. The calming aroma of freshly baked bread drifted from the marketplace, hanging with the scent of early spring. The village was already alive with movement, children darting between houses, the elders chatting on the street, and farmers hauling their goods into town. It felt normal. Ordinary. But there was something different. A slight tension in the air, a quiet murmur of unease threading through the usual morning bustle. Merchants kept glancing at the sky, their brows furrowed. Farmers stood in tight circles, whispering anxiously. Even the village guards, usually relaxed at their posts, seemed to clutch their weapons just a little tighter. The town hall was packed. Every villager had gathered, their voices blending into a low hum of concern. At the front of the room, the mayor stood with his hands braced against the podium, his face grim. Behind him, the council members exchanged hushed words, their expressions equally troubled. “Quiet down, everyone!” the mayor called, his voice carrying over the crowd. The room fell into silence almost instantly. “We have a serious problem.” A ripple of whispers followed his words. I shifted uncomfortably. Next to me, my best friend Ren frowned, arms crossed. “What do you think it is?” he murmured. “No idea,” I admitted. The mayor cleared his throat. “This morning, an anomaly appeared in the eastern fields, A white hole.” Gasps erupted from the crowd. My stomach twisted. A white hole? “For those unfamiliar,” the mayor continued, “a white hole is… well, the opposite of a black hole. Instead of sucking things in, it spits things out.” He hesitated. “Realities. Alternate universes. Different timelines. We don’t know where it came from or why it’s here, but it’s growing. And it’s already begun to affect our village.” The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. I barely heard them. My mind raced. A white hole? Different realities? Then, as if to prove the mayor’s point, the ground trembled. A crack of energy split the air outside. I turned to the window just in time to see the sky above the village flicker—like a candle about to go out. And then, just like that, my world changed forever. The moment the mayor finished speaking, panic erupted. Voices overlapped, each trying to make sense of the impossible. Questions shot from every direction. “What do you mean, alternate realities?” “Is it dangerous?” “Are we going to disappear?” The mayor raised his hands, attempting to regain control. “We don’t have all the answers yet! But we need to remain calm.” The trembling hadn’t stopped. I felt it under my feet, a deep hum in the earth. Then, suddenly, the doors to the town hall burst open. A guard rushed in, breathless. “Sir! The white hole—it’s… it’s bringing things through.” Silence fell. Then, the mayor spoke. “What kinds of things?” The guard swallowed hard. “People. Creatures. Structures. It’s… it’s like the world is shifting. Buildings appearing where they weren’t before. People who don’t recognize this place at all.” A chill ran down my spine. My village was changing before my eyes, and nothing could stop it. Ren grabbed my wrist. “Akari… we have to see this for ourselves.” I hesitated, but something inside me already knew—I wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines. The world as I knew it was unraveling. And somehow, I had to figure out where I fit in all of it. Together, we ran out into the streets, into the unknown. As we stepped outside, the sky crackled with energy. In the distance, towering structures—ones I had never seen before—loomed where open fields should have been. Strange figures stumbled through the streets, some in clothes too foreign to place, others in armor gleaming like liquid silver. Creatures, some enormous, some small, darted between the buildings. The world was no longer ours alone. The sight that greeted us was… indescribable. It was like the world had been shaken like a snow globe, and everything inside had settled in the wrong places. Our familiar cobblestone streets, once a source of comfort and routine, were now a disorienting patchwork of different textures—smooth, dark stone from some other place, cold and alien to the touch, and even sections of what looked like polished, iridescent material, shifting in color with every step we took, as if alive. Buildings of all shapes and sizes crowded the skyline, a chaotic jumble that defied logic or reason. There was our baker's shop, its warm, inviting facade now jarringly fused with a towering structure of glass and metal that hummed with an unfamiliar energy, pulsating with a light that seemed both artificial and organic. A medieval castle, with its imposing stone walls and crenellated towers, stood incongruously beside what looked like a sleek, silver vehicle, its purpose utterly unknown, its surface gleaming in the strange, fractured light, hinting at technologies beyond our wildest comprehension. People, and… things, milled about in confusion. Some were villagers I recognized, their faces etched with shock and fear, their eyes wide with a dawning horror as they tried to reconcile the familiar with the impossible. Others were clearly not from Vayndral, their very presence a violation of everything we had ever known. I saw people in strange, colorful clothes, garments woven from materials that shimmered and flowed in ways that defied the natural world, some with pointed ears, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, and others clad in armor that seemed straight out of a legend, gleaming like liquid silver, promising both protection and menace. There were even creatures that defied description—a small, furry being with large, luminous eyes, that seemed to glow with an inner light, its soft whimpers echoing in the strange new silence, and a massive, winged shadow that soared overhead, casting a brief darkness over the scene, its leathery wings blotting out the already distorted sky, a harbinger of some unknown doom. Ren and I stood frozen for a moment, taking it all in. The air crackled with a strange energy, a palpable sense of displacement and unease. The sounds were a cacophony of the familiar and the utterly alien. The scent of woodsmoke, a comforting reminder of home, mingled with a metallic tang, sharp and acrid, and the distant sound of our village bell, once a reliable marker of time, was drowned out by the whirring and clanging of unfamiliar machinery, a mechanical symphony that spoke of a world utterly transformed. Suddenly, a figure bumped into me, hard. I stumbled, and Ren steadied me, his grip tight on my arm. "Watch it!" he snapped, his voice sharp with a fear he tried to mask. The person who'd bumped into me turned, looking equally disoriented. She wore clothes of a fine, shimmering fabric I'd never seen before, a material that seemed to shift and change color with her movements, and her expression was a mix of confusion and fear, mirroring my own. "I… I don't understand," she said, her voice soft and melodic, yet trembling with uncertainty. "Where am I?" Before I could answer, a shout echoed from down the street. "Guards! Ones over here!” The word carried a note of authority, but also a hint of panic. The shout spurred us into action. Ren and I exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between us. We had to figure out what was happening, and quickly. We started by trying to make sense of the new arrivals, to piece together the puzzle of their sudden appearance. The woman I'd bumped into was just as lost as we were, with no idea how she'd gotten here. Her name was Lyra, and she spoke of a city of floating gardens and shimmering towers – a place far removed from Vayndral, a place that sounded like a dream or a fairy tale, yet was now undeniably real. As we helped Lyra, we began to understand the scope of the changes. People and creatures were being pulled from vastly different places and times, their realities colliding. A knight, clad in shining armor, spoke of battling a dragon, and as he spoke, he gripped his sword, ready to defend himself from any new threats. A young man with strange markings on his skin talked of a world powered by crystals, a world of vibrant energy and ancient secrets, and he showed us how to activate small crystals he carried, creating light. And a small, insect-like creature chittered about a hive world, a society of perfect order and terrifying unity, and offered us some of its strange, but nutritious, food. It was chaos, but a chaos filled with a sense of wonder and the unknown.
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Prologue I didn’t want this to happen. I never asked for adventure. I liked the days before everything became difficult, back when life was predictable, when I could wake up and know exactly what to expect, but like my mom always says, “Life is an adventure, or nothing at all.” Right now, though, it feels more like nothing. I wish I could have just one conversation, I wish I could hear someone’s voice. Instead, here I am, floating in what looks like the ruins of a world long past its glory days. Buildings, or what remains of them, tower in the distance, their frames casting shadows against an eerie, washed-out sky. The air is thick with silence, a quiet so profound it presses against my ears, making me feel like an outsider even in my own thoughts. Let me catch you up. My name is Akari Takahashi. I’m sixteen years old, and I grew up in a small village named Vayndral. Nothing out of the ordinary was ever supposed to happen. Life was simple. My days were filled with routine—wake up, deal with my brother's endless attempts to annoy me, eat breakfast, and if the day allowed, sneak back into bed before my mom noticed. That was my world. That was normal. But of course, something had to happen. Chapter 1 The Dilemma of Town Hall If you asked me to pinpoint the exact moment everything went sideways—when the world tilted upside down and launched me into a whirlwind of, well, let’s just call it ‘adventure’ for now—I’d tell you: March 18th, 1656. Yeah, that far back. You’re probably picturing knights in shining armor, towering castles, maybe even a dragon or two. And honestly, you wouldn’t be entirely wrong. See, Vayndral wasn’t just some sleepy village hidden in the hills. It had recently blossomed into its own kingdom, a small but thriving area in an otherwise normal valley. The kind of place where people knew each other by name, where merchants bargained in the marketplace over sacks of grain, and where the blacksmith’s hammer could be heard down the streets from morning to night. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. Then came that day. The day started just like any other. It was nearing noon when my mother, full of energy and a stunning ability to disrupt my plans of relaxation, yanked my blanket right off of me. “Get up, Akari! You’ll miss out on life if you spend all of it sleeping!” she said, her voice far too cheerful for my half-asleep mind. I groaned, swatting blindly at the air where my blanket had once been. “It’s still early…” “It’s almost midday,” she corrected, hands on her hips. “Now get dressed. The mayor called a meeting at town hall. Everyone has to be there.” “What’s it about?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. She sighed dramatically, as if I should already know. “Something important, I assume. That’s why it’s mandatory.” Great. Just what I needed. A mandatory meeting. After dragging myself out of bed and dressing in something “presentable,” I stepped outside. The calming aroma of freshly baked bread drifted from the marketplace, hanging with the scent of early spring. The village was already alive with movement, children darting between houses, the elders chatting on the street, and farmers hauling their goods into town. It felt normal. Ordinary. But there was something different. A slight tension in the air, a quiet murmur of unease threading through the usual morning bustle. Merchants kept glancing at the sky, their brows furrowed. Farmers stood in tight circles, whispering anxiously. Even the village guards, usually relaxed at their posts, seemed to clutch their weapons just a little tighter. The town hall was packed. Every villager had gathered, their voices blending into a low hum of concern. At the front of the room, the mayor stood with his hands braced against the podium, his face grim. Behind him, the council members exchanged hushed words, their expressions equally troubled. “Quiet down, everyone!” the mayor called, his voice carrying over the crowd. The room fell into silence almost instantly. “We have a serious problem.” A ripple of whispers followed his words. I shifted uncomfortably. Next to me, my best friend Ren frowned, arms crossed. “What do you think it is?” he murmured. “No idea,” I admitted. The mayor cleared his throat. “This morning, an anomaly appeared in the eastern fields, A white hole.” Gasps erupted from the crowd. My stomach twisted. A white hole? “For those unfamiliar,” the mayor continued, “a white hole is… well, the opposite of a black hole. Instead of sucking things in, it spits things out.” He hesitated. “Realities. Alternate universes. Different timelines. We don’t know where it came from or why it’s here, but it’s growing. And it’s already begun to affect our village.” The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. I barely heard them. My mind raced. A white hole? Different realities? Then, as if to prove the mayor’s point, the ground trembled. A crack of energy split the air outside. I turned to the window just in time to see the sky above the village flicker—like a candle about to go out. And then, just like that, my world changed forever. The moment the mayor finished speaking, panic erupted. Voices overlapped, each trying to make sense of the impossible. Questions shot from every direction. “What do you mean, alternate realities?” “Is it dangerous?” “Are we going to disappear?” The mayor raised his hands, attempting to regain control. “We don’t have all the answers yet! But we need to remain calm.” The trembling hadn’t stopped. I felt it under my feet, a deep hum in the earth. Then, suddenly, the doors to the town hall burst open. A guard rushed in, breathless. “Sir! The white hole—it’s… it’s bringing things through.” Silence fell. Then, the mayor spoke. “What kinds of things?” The guard swallowed hard. “People. Creatures. Structures. It’s… it’s like the world is shifting. Buildings appearing where they weren’t before. People who don’t recognize this place at all.” A chill ran down my spine. My village was changing before my eyes, and nothing could stop it. Ren grabbed my wrist. “Akari… we have to see this for ourselves.” I hesitated, but something inside me already knew—I wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines. The world as I knew it was unraveling. And somehow, I had to figure out where I fit in all of it. Together, we ran out into the streets, into the unknown. As we stepped outside, the sky crackled with energy. In the distance, towering structures—ones I had never seen before—loomed where open fields should have been. Strange figures stumbled through the streets, some in clothes too foreign to place, others in armor gleaming like liquid silver. Creatures, some enormous, some small, darted between the buildings. The world was no longer ours alone. The sight that greeted us was… indescribable. It was like the world had been shaken like a snow globe, and everything inside had settled in the wrong places. Our familiar cobblestone streets, once a source of comfort and routine, were now a disorienting patchwork of different textures—smooth, dark stone from some other place, cold and alien to the touch, and even sections of what looked like polished, iridescent material, shifting in color with every step we took, as if alive. Buildings of all shapes and sizes crowded the skyline, a chaotic jumble that defied logic or reason. There was our baker's shop, its warm, inviting facade now jarringly fused with a towering structure of glass and metal that hummed with an unfamiliar energy, pulsating with a light that seemed both artificial and organic. A medieval castle, with its imposing stone walls and crenellated towers, stood incongruously beside what looked like a sleek, silver vehicle, its purpose utterly unknown, its surface gleaming in the strange, fractured light, hinting at technologies beyond our wildest comprehension. People, and… things, milled about in confusion. Some were villagers I recognized, their faces etched with shock and fear, their eyes wide with a dawning horror as they tried to reconcile the familiar with the impossible. Others were clearly not from Vayndral, their very presence a violation of everything we had ever known. I saw people in strange, colorful clothes, garments woven from materials that shimmered and flowed in ways that defied the natural world, some with pointed ears, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, and others clad in armor that seemed straight out of a legend, gleaming like liquid silver, promising both protection and menace. There were even creatures that defied description—a small, furry being with large, luminous eyes, that seemed to glow with an inner light, its soft whimpers echoing in the strange new silence, and a massive, winged shadow that soared overhead, casting a brief darkness over the scene, its leathery wings blotting out the already distorted sky, a harbinger of some unknown doom. Ren and I stood frozen for a moment, taking it all in. The air crackled with a strange energy, a palpable sense of displacement and unease. The sounds were a cacophony of the familiar and the utterly alien. The scent of woodsmoke, a comforting reminder of home, mingled with a metallic tang, sharp and acrid, and the distant sound of our village bell, once a reliable marker of time, was drowned out by the whirring and clanging of unfamiliar machinery, a mechanical symphony that spoke of a world utterly transformed. Suddenly, a figure bumped into me, hard. I stumbled, and Ren steadied me, his grip tight on my arm. "Watch it!" he snapped, his voice sharp with a fear he tried to mask. The person who'd bumped into me turned, looking equally disoriented. She wore clothes of a fine, shimmering fabric I'd never seen before, a material that seemed to shift and change color with her movements, and her expression was a mix of confusion and fear, mirroring my own. "I… I don't understand," she said, her voice soft and melodic, yet trembling with uncertainty. "Where am I?" Before I could answer, a shout echoed from down the street. "Guards! Ones over here!” The word carried a note of authority, but also a hint of panic. The shout spurred us into action. Ren and I exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between us. We had to figure out what was happening, and quickly. We started by trying to make sense of the new arrivals, to piece together the puzzle of their sudden appearance. The woman I'd bumped into was just as lost as we were, with no idea how she'd gotten here. Her name was Lyra, and she spoke of a city of floating gardens and shimmering towers – a place far removed from Vayndral, a place that sounded like a dream or a fairy tale, yet was now undeniably real. As we helped Lyra, we began to understand the scope of the changes. People and creatures were being pulled from vastly different places and times, their realities colliding. A knight, clad in shining armor, spoke of battling a dragon, and as he spoke, he gripped his sword, ready to defend himself from any new threats. A young man with strange markings on his skin talked of a world powered by crystals, a world of vibrant energy and ancient secrets, and he showed us how to activate small crystals he carried, creating light. And a small, insect-like creature chittered about a hive world, a society of perfect order and terrifying unity, and offered us some of its strange, but nutritious, food. It was chaos, but a chaos filled with a sense of wonder and the unknown.
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