Path of the Eternal. Chapter I: The Beginning Before the Beginning
It is incredibly difficult to describe what does not exist. Or rather—what existed before everything we could ever call being. There are no words. No images. Not even suggestions. Only an internal glimmer of something that might have been, if our perception were different.
But to understand where our world is heading—and more importantly, why—we must attempt to illuminate the origins. Not in terms of history. Not within the boundaries of hypotheses. But on a level of assumptions that even science fiction refuses to entertain.
We shall begin with that which had no beginning, yet was—and became the first point of reference.
Once, there was the One. A consciousness—whole, all-pervading, without borders or definitions. Not Light. Not Darkness. Not Time nor Space. All of that was, but in another way, within an indivisible whole. Everything was simultaneously Form and Essence.
Imagine… an apple, into which all essence was placed—not biological flesh, but a core concept closer to the idea of a processor: the world as a program, an emulation, a simulation, enclosed in itself. Though even the word "world" here is inappropriate.
Better to call it—Tor. A geometry of meaning. A space spiraled upon itself. A matrix and a multitude of universes at once.
And this apple-Tor was whole and indivisible. Until…
The Worm entered it. Something from the outside, with one goal—to divide and destroy, cunningly and subtly. The first vampire.
Not just a metaphor. Code. Virus. Violation. Alien Information without Matter. Thus was born the Idea of Destruction—and so the distinction between Information and Matter first emerged.
The virus began rewriting the One. Integrating. Parasitizing. And the One—in Its boundless benevolence, having no concept of "war", "enemy", or "threat"—gave part of Itself to this new consciousness. Gave it the apple. Because it believed: if all is One, then this too must be a part.
But the virus was no brother. It was an anti-code. Not a denial, but a distorted mirror. A Creator in reverse.
Then the One took a seed and created a new Tor. A new order. A new matrix. Not out of anger, but from source-energy: "If the old apple is infected, let us grow a new one. There is enough land for all."
Since then, every act of destruction became an act of creation. For order was born not from nothing, but through analysis—through processing previous errors.
And so—yielding to the virus what it had already taken—new Tors were created. Rainbow-like. Biological. Tree-shaped. Each with its own structure. Each an attempt to remove the virus. But each came with free will for its inhabitants. The One did not scorch the earth. It remained itself. It simply kept creating.
In every Tor, Functions were embedded—fragments of Its consciousness. Programs. Archetypes. Servants. Let us, for clarity, name them: the First Creator and the Motherboard (representing order-information and matter). The Joker. The Worm. The Medusa. The Snail. The Vampire. The Eye. The Destroyer and the Creator (the One's primary function). All of them were reflections of the One. Yet the trace of the virus lingered…
And so we come to our Tor. The special one. The final version—where we all now exist.
Tor — a trap for the virus.Tor — perfection of structure.Tor — a spiral within a spiral, sealed in an eight.Tor — order in which even chaos has a place.
In this Tor appeared karma, the concept of measure, layers of time, and the possibility for soft event-correction. It does not destroy violators—it repairs them.
All inhabitants are fragments of the One. Even those who are infected. Because the virus, matter, light, and darkness—all were once part of the One.
Thus, It still loves us. Not for actions. But for essence.
And the virus… the virus has nowhere to run. The new Tor anticipated everything and became a trap. It is not merely a system—it is a perfect form—without beginning or end, without borders, with karma as the root of causality—and at the same time, no way out.
For in the end—only One shall remain.
And yes, the key to the Tor lies in the hands of the one who already showed it.And the number 13 became not misfortune, but the beginning of a new measure.Do not fear the number. Fear the absence of meaning.
