“The Watcher of the Moon – The Call of Lukashia”

The world came to a standstill the moment the clock struck midnight. The city lights shimmered faintly, distorted, as the moon in the sky glowed with a crimson hue. The usual tranquil scenery of the night transformed into an otherworldly stillness. From that moment, only those chosen could converse with the moon.

A young man walked through the city—an individual whose unique nature granted him this ability. His name and past were unclear; he was known simply as The Observer. Every night at midnight, the Dialogue with the Moon began. Yet, it was no ordinary conversation. It was a ritual connecting him to Lukashia—the deep core of the collective unconscious.

The moon’s surface trembled. Countless eyes opened and shut, their gaze fixed solely on him. As he stood still, a deep, overlapping voice echoed in his mind.

“You have come again tonight, chosen Observer.”

The voice was not singular. It was a chorus of consciousnesses—a blend of past and future thoughts, layered with the memories of countless eras.

“You again. What will you show me tonight?”

“The past. The beginning of your kind. The moment when higher governance crumbled.”

An image emerged upon the moon’s surface—an ancient world. Among the higher-dimensional beings that once ruled, one had fallen, giving birth to giants through union with humanity. This tale was recorded in the ancient text known as Elek. The giants plunged the world into chaos. As governance became impossible, divine retribution was unleashed.

“This is…”

“The inevitable result of humanity’s yearning for freedom and knowledge. Adam and Eve’s presence in the Garden of Eden was nothing more than a consequence of the war we once waged in our former realm.”

“But wasn’t it the devil who tempted them with the fruit of knowledge?”

“A trial. It was a test to determine whether humanity truly deserved freedom. Selection has always been inevitable.”

The vision shifted. The modern city appeared, cloaked in shadows swirling with chaotic energy. Fragments of Lukashia, the unconscious force, had begun to interfere with the physical world.

“The past’s thoughts dwell within this world. Humanity cannot control the shadows it harbors in its own unconscious. That is why we observe. That is why we choose.”

“In the end… You plan to draw this consciousness to your side, don’t you?”

At the young man’s question, the moon’s eyes opened simultaneously. Red light filled his vision, and the world trembled.

“Correct. Humanity’s unconscious is linked to past worlds. To begin new governance without repeating history, you are the key.”

“Me… the key?”

“You were chosen because of your uniqueness. At this midnight crossroads, you serve as the medium connecting Lukashia and reality. Choose: accept observation, or sever interference and embrace chaos.”

The moonlight enveloped him. The world’s consciousness awaited his decision.

The choice lay before him—endless chaos under freedom, or tranquil existence under silent surveillance.

──And as the clock struck twelve once more, the moon remained still. Its eyes closed, as if it had always known everything.