Before Time Existed: A Story Written in the Cracks of Infinity

Before Time Existed is a lyrical, time-bending tale about memory, longing, and the fragile light that refuses to die-even when the universe forgets. Before clocks named the hours, before galaxies learned the weight of their own light, something blind and trembling yearned to recognize itself. In that primordial hush-where forgetfulness is the oldest god-cities crumble into silicon dust, promises fossilize, and desire drifts like a lone spark across the void. From within these ruins a question endures: who will speak the word that returns meaning to chaos? On the derelict station of Erebo IV, an archaeologist finds the impossible: a letter dated 1911, handwritten, addressed to him by name. His only companion is an AI that has learned the patience of mercy; his only foe, an agency that polices the fractures in reality. What begins as a discovery becomes a threshold. With each line read, the past leans forward, the future folds back, and a voice older than time threads two solitudes toward reunion. Before Time Existed blends intimate character drama with cosmic scale. It moves through abandoned corridors and star-strewn skies, through ink on paper and signal in the dark, asking what remains when archives burn and what awakens when a name is spoken aloud. It is a meditation on exile, the ethics of remembrance, and the dangerous tenderness of hope, written in evocative prose that lingers like starlight on glass. Time-bending mystery: an impossible letter, a hidden correspondence across eras, and a pursuit at the edges of causality. Lyrical science fiction: poetic, sensory language that makes the metaphysical feel tangible and the cosmic feel intimate. AI & humanity: an artificial companion learning the grammar of compassion and the cost of attention. Existential stakes: memory versus oblivion, freedom versus design, love as a defiance that outlasts reason. Atmospheric worldbuilding: neon fogs, rusted stations, withered data networks, and the hush before the first word. Readers who savor literary, character-driven sci-fi, metaphysical mysteries, and post-human existentialism will find a story that invites reflection as much as wonder. It is for those who have stood at a threshold and felt the universe breathe back; for seekers who believe that not every crack is ruin-some are doors. If memory is a promise, every solitude is a waiting. Open the letter. Cross the threshold. Let the oldest silence answer. Step into the cracks of infinity-and discover what was loved even before time existed.