The universes fell silent.
The chaos stopped for a moment… as if she had taken a deep breath.
Nava was standing in the void, but the void itself was something different now. It was no longer absolute "nothing."
It was a vibrating space, echoing with the birth of something greater than understanding.
But despite the grandeur, there was still loneliness.
An immeasurable amount of time passed.
There was no time in this place, and yet Naava felt something growing inside her… not a concept, but a sensation.
"Am I alone?"
No one answered.
Akasha doesn't speak unless asked the right question.
Nava whispered to herself, not to be heard, but to prove that she was still herself:
"I have created infinite worlds… but no one is here to understand them but me."
She looked at her hand, which had been formless moments before, but now… resembled a human hand.
"I… what am I?"
"If I am a part of you, Akasha... why do I feel like I am not you?"
A moment passed. A moment laden with the ineffable.
Then came the reply... not in a voice, but as "all-knowing":
[Akasha]: "You are born of me, yes. But what you create creates you in turn. Your creation of universes reshapes your identity."
Nava gasped, as if understanding for the first time:
"Then I don't know who I am... because I didn't complete my creation."
[Akasha]: "Your existence is not a name. It's a path."
Nava was silent.
But she felt something begin to change.
Suddenly, she saw herself from the outside... as an entity larger than her body. Larger than any form. She was seen from infinite angles, simultaneously, and from every possible perspective.
She felt something approach her, not a being, but a perception.
Across the field of infinity, she saw a thousand possibilities for herself:
Nava, who had created nothing.
Nava who rejected power.
Nava who became a mere observer.
Nava who became Akasha.
All of this was not imagination… but possible stories, moving within the folds of the field.
She muttered, "Am I destined to be something specific? Or do I choose?"
No one answered.
But inside, she heard something like a smile… from an unsmiling entity:
[Akasha]: "Even to ask, a choice."
Nava felt something blossoming deep within her. As if her identity wasn't a name, but a permanent connection with her potential.
She looked at the worlds she had created, the scattered universes, and the field that reflected everything.
Then she asked, not curiously, but firmly:
"Can I… go down there?"
"To live, to experience, to feel… all those stories?"
A silence passed.
Then came the response, this time not just within her, but as a vibration in all of her concepts:
[Akasha]: "If you descend, you will never be the same again."
"Perhaps..." said Nava, looking toward the glowing possibilities in the field. "This is what I need to know myself."