Testimony of Asha – 23E of the 7th, 6Y, Reckoning, in the Season of Autumn, during the Month of Harvest.

I stood on a rocky outcropping, my eyes fixed upon the shimmering, iridescent bubble suspended in the sky before me. It was the pocket universe, a creation born from the mysteries of a forgotten place that lay hidden in the annals of time.

For years, I had dismissed the whispers of this pocket universe as elusive echoes, tales spun from the depths of imagination. But now, amidst the remnants of a place lost to memory, I knew that those whispers held a fragment of truth.

Hidden away in this remote corner of the wasteland, I stumbled upon the remnants of an ancient dwelling, a place whose purpose eluded me. And there, amidst the fragments of a forgotten era, I discovered a mysterious artifact—a pulsating orb radiating an otherworldly aura.

Curiosity surged through me, and I activated the orb. In an instant, the bubble materialized before my eyes, defying the boundaries of known existence. It became a realm of enigmas, brimming with elusive wonders and ethereal beings, untouched by the desolation that plagued our reality.

Days melted into an indistinguishable haze as I observed the pocket universe from a distance, captivated by its ethereal dance. Yet, within that alluring dance, I sensed a subtle dissonance, a discord that tainted the once harmonious melody of this hidden world.

Deep down, I knew that the life force nurturing the pocket universe was waning, slipping through ethereal fingers. The world that had once shimmered with vitality now dimmed, its essence fading like whispers carried away by the wind.

Standing on that outcropping, a veil of melancholy draped over my being. The pocket universe had been a fleeting sanctuary, an ephemeral haven from the weight of our reality. But now, all that remained was the bittersweet embrace of transience, the acceptance of an inevitable dissolution.

I stood as a mere observer, humbled by the grand tapestry woven by forgotten forces. Powerless to alter the course of fate, my gaze remained locked on the dying bubble in the sky, an ethereal spectacle slipping away. And as the last vestiges of that cherished realm vanished into the depths of obscurity, I stood in quiet reverence, witness to the ebbing tides of a world lost to the enigma of time.