Chapter 203: Anamnesis

“At last we meet… Morgana.”

A cold, ominous voice rang in the pitch darkness, sounding almost like a low hum. It was distant yet resonating with every fiber of my body, yet the voice didn’t have an emotion behind it, like a machine reading the words. At least that’s how I thought it was.

“Where am I?” I asked the voice, unable to see anything. The area was totally black. After I made my wish to the genie to infuse Victoria’s soul inside me, I was instantly teleported into this darkness, nothing more and nothing less, and I don’t know for how long I had been here. Yet this darkness was so damn creepy somehow, it gave me an uneasy feeling.

“Outside space and time, inside the memory.”

The voice spoke once again. Only this time, its tone became somewhat gentler, as though it were finally starting to feel a connection with the listener. However, there were no images to help visualize a form in this vast space, and I was left alone in a black void—or so I thought.

WHOOOSH!

Like a gust of wind in the middle of the storm, the world started morphing, twisting, and twirling until a giant blue shape appeared before me. A cube, to be exact. A massive one. It was so big that I couldn’t see its top or its bottom, or its sides—just the endless surface.

“This is the memory of the universe,” the voice spoke. This time, the sound was coming from a distance and was slowly moving closer and closer. A second later, the giant cube split into a million pieces before reforming back into the blue cube, but this time it was smaller.

“Who are you?” I asked, glaring at the blue cube that kept rotating around itself.

“In order to tell who I am,” the voice said. Suddenly the entire black world began morphing once again, twisting, changing, and turning until a sphere made from all the colors I know of appeared. “I must first share a story.”

“In the beginning, there was nothing—no sound, no life, no death, no existence. Only nothingness.”

“In the void of emptiness, a power was born, the first power—a power so strong that it couldn’t be contained. And a moment after its birth, it split itself into two.”

That sphere of colors suddenly changed into black and white—two different colors, each the exact opposite of the other.

“These two powers—the creation and destruction, the balance and the chaos, The Light and The Dark—have been fighting against each other since the beginning of time, trying to wipe the other side and rule the universe, not realizing that one of them cannot exist without the other.”

“What happened next?” I asked, curious to know more. The voice’s story was intriguing and interesting; it felt real as if I was hearing a myth about the gods or something.

“Millions of years had passed, and the creation and destruction were still fighting each other. However, their battle was not without consequences.”

“The two sides kept clashing against each other, destroying the universe, and then re-creating it in an endless cycle.”

“One day, the two realized their stupidity and decided to stop this battle. And so they did.”

“Really? That’s hard to believe,” I commented, rolling my eyes, not believing that entities like these two could stop fighting and just live in peace.

“It is true, young one. The two sides stopped the battle, and the universe was once again created. But this time, with no battles to be fought, boredom began setting in, and the two sides looked for ways to entertain themselves.”

“I guess so,” I replied, crossing my arms and opening my mind to listen to the story carefully.

“Yes. And that’s when a desire was born in the Dark. A deep desire to be something—something more than pure energy. Dark wanted to possess a form, a body, a soul, and a will. And thus, it created a representation of itself. The Light quickly followed. At that moment, I was born—with the first memory of the universe.”

“I am the archive, the record, the history, the past, the present, and the future. I am the memories and the mind of the universe—the witness, the guide, the storyteller, and the keeper of all the memories and knowledge. Anamnesis.”

“I have been watching and keeping records for millions and billions of years, and I remember every single thing, no matter what, no matter how insignificant it is, no matter if I want to or not.”

“So basically, you’re the subconscious mind of the universe?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, trying to understand what he was trying to say.

“If you think like that, young one, then yes,” the Anamnesis said. “You’re correct.”

“Okay, then why did you call me here? Why now, and what do you want from me?” I asked, cutting straight to the point. I wanted to know why the subconscious of the universe, Anamnesis, was contacting me. Dealing with unknown beings was never a good thing.

“The answer to that question is simple, young one,” Anamnesis said. A gentle laugh echoed in the dark world. “Because you’re special.”

“Special? How come?” I frowned, not liking what he said.

“In all the timelines and under all the possibilities, only you can grant me what I truly desire,” Anamnesis spoke, his voice echoing through the entire dark space.

“And what is that?” I asked, glaring at the floating cube.

“To live!”

“Live?” I asked, confused. “What do you mean by living?”

“From the grain of sand to the smallest particle, from the biggest star to the galaxy and beyond,” the voice echoed once again, and the pitch darkness around me suddenly started changing. The black color was shifting, twisting, and turning as a reaction to his words.

“Everything in this existence has a memory,” Anamnesis spoke, and the blue color of the cube darkened a little. “All but me.”

“You have no memory?” I asked, shocked. The thought was simply hard to understand. How can something without a memory be the keeper of all the memories, knowledge, and history? That doesn’t make sense to me.

“Not memory as you know it,” the Anamnesis answered. “I hold all the memories and all the knowledge of the universe, yet I possess no memories of my own.” He paused for a time.

“Morgana, I want to live—to breathe the fresh air, to feel the coldness of the water, the warmth of the fire. I want to love and be loved. I want to experience joy, sadness, happiness, loss,” the voice boomed. The excitement could be heard in the tone and voice. “My simple wish is to live, create memories of my own, and be remembered by someone.”

“Sigh… I understand what you’re trying to say,” I sighed, lifting my head and gazing up at the nothingness above me, trying to picture the one who wanted to make a deal with me. The universe—or the subconscious of it—is an existence that can’t be measured. Yet it wants something so simple that every living being forgets that it was a blessing.

The blessing of being alive.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, staring at the cube.

“Be my mother.”

“Eh?” I blinked, taken aback. This was the last thing I expected.

“Be my mother, give birth to me,” the voice spoke again, the tone was serious and calm. “That is my wish, a simple and easy request.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I waved both of my hands, shaking my head. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not,” the voice spoke, its tone devoid of emotion.

“No, no, no,” I shook my head, “that is too much, and impossible. I can’t just give birth to you, a god. It’s not that simple!”

“But you can.”

“Huh?” I tilted my head, confused.

“Morgana, you’re the only creature in existence that can give birth to anything—mortals, demi-gods, and even gods.” The voice spoke, and the pitch darkness was slowly disappearing. A light was forming above, shining down at me—a single ray coming from a sun, a crimson sun.

“And more importantly, me.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you’re special. I made sure of that since I’m the one who gave you your abilities. I can manipulate the system of the universe and make changes, I can change the laws and the memories. And I did, allowing a special race: The Breeders.”

“Allowing?” I raised an eyebrow, catching the word. “Allowing, not creating?”

“Yes,” the voice spoke, a hint of pride could be heard. “I can remove memories and knowledge from the universe, the very history itself. For example, I could remove the memory and the knowledge of fire magic from a certain race, and as a result, no one will know how to use it or be born with it.”

‘That’s some fucked-up OP shit!’ I exclaimed inwardly, imagining what would happen if such a being had bad intentions. The universe itself would be in danger.

“And I can add memories and abilities as well,” Anamnesis continued. “It’s very dangerous to manipulate the fabric of time and space. Yet I did, making a race called Breeders—a race that can breed anything and everything.”

“And you, Morgana, are the only Breeder in existence.”

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that you allowed a new race, the Breeders, to exist, and chose me for the purpose of giving birth to you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the glowing light.

“Yes and no,” the voice spoke, and a gentle laughter was heard. It was filled with emotion, and it seemed that the voice was finally getting used to its newfound emotions—understandable, since I believed this was the first time Anamnesis had spoken to someone, but I could be wrong.

“What do you mean?”

“I selected many candidates,” the voice spoke. “But none of them were able to reach your level, none were close to you.”

“What?” I asked, confused and at the same time angered. What the hell did he mean by that? What kind of level?

“…”

Anamnesis stayed silent for a whole minute, not saying a word, and not responding—only fueling my boiling curiosity to know what the requirements of being a Breeder were.

‘Don’t tell me.’

“Yes,” he suddenly spoke as if reacting to my thoughts. “Even as a mortal, Morgana, your lust and desire for sex were unmatchable. Even the goddess of sex herself couldn’t beat you, nor the demons of lust and depravity.”

“That’s…” I muttered, taking a step back. I knew that I was a sex freak, but this… this is too much.

“So I won because I’m the horniest bitch in the world?”

“In the universe,” he corrected with a chuckle.

“FUCK YOU!”

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