Prologue: The First Mirror
“Few understand, fewer believe… and most of them… simply repeat.” At the beginning of everything…
there was no light,
and no darkness.
There was only one question, echoing in a void without a beginning:
"Who am I?"
It was not a question born of a soul searching for itself,
nor of a child seeing his reflection in water for the first time.
But of something ancient...
Older than time,
older than language,
slower than death.
When the universe spoke for the first time,
its voice wasn’t an explosion.
It was the tremble of a memory—
as if everything had happened before.
As if every moment… was a repetition.
The world was molded in the shape of a wheel.
It doesn’t move forward.
It doesn’t fall behind.
It simply turns.
And the wheel... has a law.
In every turn, a savior is born.
In every turn, a destroyer arises.
And in every turn, we discover—
that both were the same.
Time does not repeat because it is limited.
It repeats because humans never change.
At the heart of every cycle, a child is born.
Silent.
Strange-eyed.
Belonging to nothing.
That child will seek the truth.
He will love, and be betrayed.
He will scream… and then step forward.
He will face a face like his own.
A face within him.
And then...
he must choose:
Either to continue the turning—
or to break the wheel,
even if it means erasing himself from existence.
But the problem is not the breaking.
The problem…
is that the wheel knows how to return.
In this book,
we will tell the story of the last attempt to break the wheel.
The last one who believed that endings are not repetitions of alphabets,
but the beginning of a letter that cannot be spoken.
The story of Adam—
the silent boy who carried two voices within him:
The Savior... and the Destroyer.
