Long before Hiren went into the tunnel of his mansion, even past the death of Yos and the birth of Olamdiar, there came Burton the builder in the empty, cold cosmos.
The world was small for his era as he could see the seven lights ahead of him. And between, there was the Nothing that he could touch but perceive. With time, the Nothing proliferated, and devoured the last glimpse of the colorful world in front of his eyes, though he still remembered the flicking image of how the Luminous world was carrying those glints in move, and how it cracked the space of his domain. However, as a child, Burton could do nothing but observe the world apart from him.
In the grimness of the gloomy echelon, he lived by the yellow star, nearly in the flames that were keeping him alive. It also gave him clothes in the name of the yellow fire. However, it was different when he was born. He had flesh and bones. He used to get burns and bleed, yet he was not fragile or witless.
'Those whose wisdom lies in instinct are the one who bends the flow of time naturally!' said a heavy voice in the dark, and it continued:
His wisdom somehow brought him the matter of the star, and he blended it with his skin, which made him glow alike, and he became the untouchable man; untouchable because whatever in the cosmos came near him or the star got burned to dust, and then consumed by the giant dwarf torch.
In every light, he perceives quarks and strings. But when he turned, he found dark matter. Super strange, but indestructible. It mended the cracks and segregated his world from the Nothing. And he could see these with his crescent eyes which were glowing white.
No matter what he did, the flames that saved him were protecting the dark matter too, yet not evolving them as he was being aged. He was like a little giant, and strong that one day he went inside the star from one side, and when he came out from the same, he almost reached the star's size. But it was not strange, because a long yellow beard and hair were on him; his muscles were supermassive, and when he breathed, he became super small like a human, but his hair was dazzling brighter than the star, ergo were seen white. Yet the reality was still the same around him, and everywhere he beheld, dark he descried. Therefore, he breathed and turned into the untouchable man.
Of curiosity about the dark dweller, he left his foot from the star. Since everywhere, it was gloomy, and the source he possessed was not enough to look far ahead and to feed on, he altered the shape of the star to a massive pole, which was his torch in the journey: it did not get compressed as himself, yet the bright light it emitted, showed him paths to various place in the cosmos, and at the end to the Nothing. At the time he arrived there, he took his last breath, and died: 'It was written in the cosmic history of the Gyrate!' said Yeidhaheil out of the stone.
'So you knew it too, dweller of the Nothingness!' exclaimed Hiren, sitting in a stygian corner where only the stone was visible as it glimmered grey all of sudden.
'Well, we all have one lord,' hissed Yeidhaheil. 'You serve him for your purpose, I do for mine. But only I can think of a replacement even though I know I have no chance of staying alive! But it is only a matter of time...'
'You should be quiet inside. The maker of this stone, lady Mae can hear you too!'
'Like I care!' cried the baldy. 'Do you think this piece of crap can trap me for eternity?' there he started laughing. But Hiren overlooked the noise and kept the story of Burton the reborn Builder.
The builder was meant to be dead, and then by some strange chance, he came back to life with a new purpose.
Since his birth, Burton was carrying a star as if it was his mother and father, he altered the mass from a pole to a hammer. He called it singular. When he hit the Nothing with the Singular, he mistakenly broke the entire universe of lights and then stretched it to many parts and isolated them from each.
He was furious for the first time, as for the first time he made a mistake. But it did not seem that he ought to solve anything: he kept his tool and went to the other border where no light existed, save for his and his tool: he stroke with all his force that there formed a bang powerful enough to form the infinity matters out of that annihilation. However, this time, they did not fly to the other side because of the strange gravitational nature that the people of Safarin held the string of, nor the Nothing had any damage, except that his domain bore it all.
'I have known you, Yeidhaheil, since you were not born!' said Hiren. 'I once visited your plane before finding someone. I saw your kin's ability and their weakness that was reflected by the third invention of Burton...'
Yeidhaheil kept his grinning, and so did Hiren continued.
In agony, he made himself into many particles in the cosmos and did not come into life for a long while, or it was said until Ruward made him back to serve his purpose.
Burton the Revolutionary was born a third time.
This time, the concept of anger was not taken away from him, and in return, he was bestowed with the power of evolution. He distilled the Singular, and made many cosmic tools out of one star's energy: two of them are 'my hand!' which can bend the universe whenever commanded.
The mighty hand of Hiren came before the stone light, and he said, 'You can overpower me when I have no influence of Burton the Builder of the Phoenix race,' said Hiren. 'But unlike Ciceroni, I can use the cosmic power freely in the cosmos, because it is for the sake of this world...'
'And I am still breathing!' meddled Yeidhaheil. 'Keeping me alive is still a threat, my friend. As long as I am grinning, you mere cosmos deity is nothing but a futile piece of those alchemists whose belief is still wrong...you do not know anything!'
The light of the stone was suddenly dimmed and then disappeared, and there came the teeth of Yeidhaheil as he grinned in the brown domain, and said, 'Now I learn the meaning behind your existence, and of the Gyrate. It is not time for me to decay. The world shall crumble!' and the blackout thrived, with a thudding sound as if a rock was broken by the work of a hammer and chisel.
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