The Hidden Force

  Throughout history, humanity has witnessed events that defied explanation. A man, moments from death, moving faster than humanly possible to evade disaster. A mother lifting a vehicle off her trapped child with strength beyond her frail body. The eerie synchronicity of thoughts and events, where dreams foretell tragedies and instincts guide survival. The world dismissed these occurrences as myths, coincidences, or tricks of the mind.

  But there were those who refused to accept ignorance.

  Scholars and seekers of truth dug into the past, scouring ancient texts and unexplained events. The Tunguska explosion, which leveled 800 square miles of Siberian forest without leaving a crater. The Voynich manuscript, a book written in an unknown language no cryptographer could decipher. The Taos Hum, a persistent low-frequency sound with no identifiable source. The placebo effect, where belief alone healed wounds and cured diseases without medicine. Each of these was a glimpse into something beyond science’s reach.

  A force, unseen yet ever-present.

  And after centuries of forbidden research, secret experiments, and suppressed knowledge, a truth was uncovered:

  Emotion was power.

  Not just a fleeting sensation, but a tangible force—a form of energy that could shape reality itself.

  The Universal Formula

  Nothing in the world was truly random.

  A falling stone, a gust of wind, the beating of a heart—all followed an unseen formula, a cosmic equation governing existence. When studied closely, this equation revealed a pattern beneath everything: a hidden force that pulsed beneath reality itself.

  But something was missing.

  A force alone is useless without a conduit. A formula, no matter how perfect, requires an entity to execute it.

  And so, humanity stumbled upon Spirits.

  These were no mere ghosts or hallucinations, but fundamental forces that fed upon human emotions. Some guided, others tormented, but all were drawn to the raw, unfiltered energy that emotions produced. Most humans never saw them, never felt their influence. But those who could bind themselves to a spirit could glimpse into the vast machinery of the universe itself.

  The discovery should have ushered in an age of enlightenment.

  Instead, it brought chaos.

  The Fall of Free Knowledge

  At first, knowledge spread in whispers. Scientists, philosophers, and revolutionaries shared their discoveries in secret, exchanging notes and forming underground networks. For a moment, it seemed like a new era was dawning.

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  But power fears competition.

  The first to act were the religious factions. The moment they caught wind of the discovery, they moved swiftly to brand it as heresy.

  The Grand Temple of the Divine Order declared that spirits were sacred messengers of the gods, and their power was a gift to the chosen few. Any attempt to harness this power through study or science was an act of arrogance, a defiance of divine will. The Order’s influence was vast, stretching across continents, commanding the faith of billions.

  Then came the governments.

  Rulers saw the truth for what it was: control.

  If the people understood spirits—if they unlocked the formula governing reality itself—the existing systems of power would crumble. The monarchy, the councils, the hidden elite—none could maintain their rule if an ordinary man could harness forces once thought divine.

  The crackdown was swift and merciless.

  New laws were passed. Research into spirits was outlawed. Entire libraries were burned, scholars imprisoned or executed. Those who refused to join the ruling factions vanished overnight.

  The monopoly was complete.

  But knowledge does not die so easily.

  And in the shadows, far from prying eyes, the experiments continued.

  The State of the World

  Now, decades later, society had settled into an uneasy structure. The religious factions stood as the moral pillars of the world, controlling what knowledge was deemed sacred and what was labeled as blasphemy. The government, corrupt and self-serving, operated in the background, enforcing strict rules that ensured no unauthorized individuals could access the truth.

  The people, ignorant of what had been stolen from them, lived under constant surveillance. Cities were divided between the faithful—those who followed the teachings of the religious elite—and the servants—those deemed unworthy of divine favor, forced into hard labor and silence.

  Yet, beyond the towering cathedrals and the sprawling government districts, in the slums and the ruins of forgotten civilizations, whispers still spread.

  There were those who still sought the forbidden knowledge.

  And some were willing to risk everything to find it.

  The Experiment – Project Lunaris

  The air inside Facility 09 was cold, sterile—so clean it felt unnatural.

  Rows of monitors lined the darkened control room, casting a pale blue glow on the white walls. The scent of antiseptic lingered, mixing with the metallic tang of machinery.

  In the center of the room, bound to a steel operating chair, Ethan Vale sat motionless.

  Thick leather restraints wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place. His body, lean and covered in faint scars, twitched involuntarily as cold electrodes pressed against his skin.

  A mechanical hiss echoed in the chamber.

  A glass pod at the far end of the room opened, releasing a thin mist that curled along the floor. Inside, suspended in a thick, translucent liquid, something shifted.

  A shape.

  Not quite human. Not quite alive.

  It pulsed, the faintest glow flickering beneath the surface of its containment.

  On the monitors above, a label blinked:

  [PROJECT LUNARIS: INTEGRATION IN PROGRESS]

  “Initiate Integration Sequence.”

  A voice crackled over the intercom. Flat. Professional. Devoid of emotion.

  Ethan barely had time to brace before ice shot through his veins.

  A thick, unnatural liquid surged through the tubes connected to his arms, forcing its way into his bloodstream.

  His muscles locked. His vision blurred.

  Then came the pain.

  A sensation that wasn’t his own flooded his mind.

  A battlefield drenched in rain and blood. A sword slicing through flesh. A voice shouting commands in a language he didn’t understand.

  They were not his memories.

  They were something else's.

  His back arched violently against the restraints, his throat tearing open in a silent scream.

  Somewhere, deep within his breaking consciousness, a voice whispered:

  "You were never meant to wake up."

  To be continued…