[i]*Clack clack*[/i]

John closed the door behind him and walked up to the couch, dumping his work bag and leather jacket on it before lazily trotting off to the kitchen. Johnathan Barton, 49 years of age with just a month before he passes the half-century mark. Marital Status: Divorced. Occupation: Astrophysicist. 

Just the sound of the word was enough to scare away some people, but he didn't mind. Ever since his wife left him, he stopped doing so. They didn't know, they didn't understand and it was a waste of both his and their time, trying to explain what exactly it is that he does and how important stellar research should be for humankind. [b]"Ungrateful, ignorant, greedy sons of bitches... [/b][i][b]'The results of your research are not substantial enough for it to require an additional influx of capital'[/b][/i] [b]BULLSHIT!"[/b] John suddenly yelled and, in a fit of rage, punched the thick, concrete wall in front of him. [b]"AAH, you motherf-"[/b] John muffled his screams, cursing inwardly at his stupidity. Trying but failing to properly open and close his hand, John grabbed his keys and hurriedly left for the hospital.

...

[b]"Great, just great. 4 to 5 months in a cast, exactly what I needed..."[/b] John sighed and fell over his bed, his body aching. He wanted to just lay there, moving not even an inch. He glanced over at the transparent balcony doors and with a thought, rolled off the bed, stood up and walked outside. At once, a cool wind washed over him. He looked up towards the clear night sky and saw the millions of stars that were hanging there, illuminating the world. The same stars that he had spent half a century, the whole of his life observing. Their mysteries were truly profound and the knowledge humanity had accumulated over the years was but a smidgen when compared to the truth that it was the universe.

As he kept looking at the stars, an indescribable feeling suddenly washed over him. At first, it was very faint, to the point of undetectable but nevertheless, very unique. The feeling slowly grew in strength and John noticed a weird pressure being built up in his head, giving him a mild headache at first that soon grew out of proportions.

[center][h1][b]"COME"[/b][/h1][/center]

John opened his eyes wide, drew in a long, continuous breath before his heart stopped beating. That was his last breath as a mortal being. His soul left his body and, unable to resist, was forcefully pulled into the black vortex that had appeared next to where he previously stood. The soul travelled for a long time, so long in fact, that every memory that had ever been imprinted upon it was forgotten. When it reached the end of the vortex, the soul retained the personality of its previous owner but it was incomparably purer than its previous iteration.

An appropriate body was needed for such a soul and so, when it appeared on the other side, the soul immediately condensed into a crystal-clear, nigh-transparent humanoid. It opened its eyes, scanning its surroundings and noting each and every one of the beings that shared this space with it, for it knew, they were its brethren.

Except for two. The beings crystal eyes locked at the two that were standing in front of it, silently watching, waiting. Suddenly, one of the beings looked towards him. [b]"Ull'Yang,"[/b] a crispy clear voice suddenly reverberated throughout his being, giving meaning to his existence. Fate spoke to him, making him become aware of his place in this new world, along with his own predicament. No further words were needed. With a solemn expression, Ull'Yang raised his hands, carefully examining them along with the rest of his body.

For he knew, it was temporary.
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Ull'Yang exists? Yeah, for now...
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