Raiyokan and the Fibonacci Sequence

Chapter 1: Intruder in the Shadows of the Church

The heat of the Belo Horizonte sun scorched the slabs of the São Francisco de Assis church, while I, freshly returned from the world of the Raiyokans, felt sweat trickling down my forehead as I observed the majestic architecture of Oscar Niemeyer. It was one of those days that seemed to reflect the uncertainty hovering over my condition.

Since I had regained my powers as a Raiyokan, something was strangely wrong. Before, I could summon my superhuman abilities with determination, but now, they seemed to fade away. The tripod of evolution that guided me—mind, body, and spirit—now seemed an unstable balance, with the pillar of spirituality wavering dangerously.

It was the search for this balance that brought me to this church, a structure so similar to the one I had visited in the Raiyokan universe, where the concept of transcendence took on a new form in my life. The church was the epicenter of my reflections, the place where I tried to find meaning in the interconnections between two worlds and to organize my thoughts.

I walked through the interior of the church, which felt so familiar, even though this was the first time I had stepped inside. The pond reflected the sunlight, creating a dance of shadows on the stone floor. I realized the place was more than mere architectural art; it was a portal to the unknown, a link between the spirituality of the Raiyokans and Earth.

In search of answers, I saw myself as a hunter of understanding, trying to unravel my connection with the reality around me. At that moment, I believed my reincarnation represented an isolated phenomenon, since my personal inclination did not favor a strong belief in the supernatural known here on Earth.

Besides this work evoking memories of my former universe, I found a special appreciation for Niemeyer. This architect had a singular characteristic—he radiated spirituality despite being an atheist, which inspired me deeply. This appreciation became a way to reconcile my skepticism with the only supernatural event my reincarnation represented.

As the sunlight filtered inside the church, I felt that this place was the starting point of a journey full of conflicts, though I couldn't explain the origin of this feeling. It was here, in the majestic church, that my life was on the verge of a great challenge.

Everything seemed normal until I heard a chant, like a divine calling, infiltrating my ears and urging me to follow the soundtrack emanating from the small interior of the church. Each note resonated with a celestial mystery that, even as a skeptic, made me feel spirituality radiating in my life.

That was how the encounter with him unfolded. A young man of humble appearance, an intruder in the majesty of the church, yet his presence emitted an aura of strange familiarity with that place. His eyes, sparkling like stars, scanned every detail of the work with a meticulousness bordering on obsession. He didn't just observe; he seemed to decipher, as if every curve of the concrete, every colored wall, held a secret waiting to be revealed.

The contradiction was palpable. The simplicity of his appearance vividly contrasted with the complexity of his contemplation. It was as if he sought not only architectural beauty but answers to questions in his existence. He was not a mere observer; he was an explorer of the secrets in that environment.

I approached, observing carefully.

— It's an incredible structure, isn't it? — I commented, trying to break the silence. The young man, without taking his eyes off the architecture, nodded seriously.

— You seem quite familiar with this place. — I continued.

Finally, the young man turned to face me. His eyes, deep and reflective, met mine.

— I've known this church since childhood. Even though I have never visited it before, it feels like I've been here before. —

He shared in detail the hidden features adorning the church walls with inscriptions and symbols, as if reading chapters of an ancient book. Each curve, each symbol, each rune in the stones seemed to contain millennial secrets, revealing a narrative only he could decipher. With every word that escaped his lips, the church seemed to transform from mere architecture into a portal to the inexplicable.