Day 283

I was walking across the hot sand, but it didn’t feel like a desert beneath my feet — it felt like the living pages of a manuscript, where each step opened a new chapter, each shadow whispered of a forgotten truth, and every breath of wind carried echoes of knowledge whose time is only just arriving. The zones our Heroes have cleared of monsters now stand as islands of memory — fragments of a shattered outpost where, I’m certain, the work once burned as fiercely as the fire now stirring in my heart.

It felt as though I had entered an esoteric library spilled across space: broken instruments, scorched symbols etched into weathered obelisks, half-charred blueprints, and remnants of campfires around which once, perhaps, unknown figures held deep conversations. Who were they? Portal engineers? Mage pioneers? Or just like me — wanderers and dreamers trying to comprehend the world of “IN”?

The central structure… it’s not just a building. It lives. It pulses in sync with this world’s quantum rhythms, like a superconductive thread connecting the impossible with the inevitable. In every stone, in every rune carved into its surface, I hear... Intention. As if someone — or something — built it not as architecture, but as a prayer, cast into the universe.

And then — I found a description. The Nexus. Or, put simply — a conduit between realms. But not between realms as we understand them — not Earth and “IN,” not time and space. It is a portal to the OMnium.

OMnium — a bubble-universe, a quantum pocket projected beyond conventional coordinates. It doesn’t just exist — it resonates with the mind of its initiator, becoming their outpost, their mirror, their temple.

Yes — a temple. These OMniums aren’t just instances, as those raised on games might say. They are metaphysical vessels that open only when purity of intention meets resonance precision. Activation requires a device called the Prismar, made of a multifaceted crystalline core — a resonite structure stabilized by fractal patterns.

Who were they, these “they” who left all this behind? And most importantly — did they leave through the Nexus? Or were they consumed by it?

I read their records, and between the lines I hear: “ALL IS READY.” This may be the end of their story — or the beginning of ours.

But we must find these Prismars. Or create them. While the battle for the Nexus continues, I cannot return to camp. Heroes have informed me that the artifact collection is complete. Their words are like an anchor pulling me back to duty. But I cannot leave — not now. The Nexus is calling. OMnium is beckoning. And in my chest, where once a heart beat, a star of questions is igniting.

I seek shelter, yes. But perhaps shelter is not in the external, but inside a new reality — one I must understand. If the Nexus is a door, then the OMnium is the reflection of my will, my shadow, my potential.

And if I am to enter, I must be ready to face not a monster… but myself.

What awaits me on the other side? What awaits within the OMnium?

Tomorrow… tomorrow, I will try to open it.

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