Light between worlds: Where time disappears

Light between worlds: Where time disappears
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“Light Between Worlds” is a mystical tale of awakening. Jan Kowalski doesn’t fight or preach – he remembers. Through silence, ancient echoes, and the Song of the Earth, he rediscovers a truth beyond time. This is not a fantasy, but a return to what has always lived within. For those who feel the world is alive – this story is already part of you.

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© Serge de Brook, 2025


ISBN 978-5-0067-5788-2

Created with Ridero smart publishing system


PROLOGUE: FOR BOOK TWO

“The true journey begins not with a step, but with the moment when the need to know where you are going disappears.” – From the Message of the Silent Ones.

You do not remember how you got here.

You only know that everything was before – and something awaits after.

The silence here is not empty.

It is a living fabric, woven from voices that you do not yet distinguish.

You pass through doors, but you do not open them.

They swing open on their own when your frequency coincides with the Truth. There is no time here.

Only the echo of the choices you have already made – or will make.

You are not alone. You have never been alone.

You have simply forgotten the sound of the Song that has always guided you – through bodies, through lives, through stars and through fear.

You are at the Gates of Manna. This is not a place.

This is the vibration of return.

If you are ready, the Gate will answer.

Not to let you in.

But to remember that you have always been on the other side.

ANNOTATION

This is not a story about the future.

And not about the past.

This is a story about what sounds inside you right now, if you dare to hear it.

Jan Kowalski, a man with an ordinary name and an extraordinary destiny, one day awakens – not from sleep, but from oblivion of the essence. His path passes through silence, flame, the song of water and the deep call of the Earth. He does not fight, does not preach, does not save. He remembers – and thereby ignites others.

Guides appear on his path – children, elders, silent souls, elemental bearers of the Song. Together they restore the lost atonement between man and the World. They do not create something new. They help to return to what has always been: to the sound that connects us all.

“Light Between Worlds” is not just a novel. It is a vibration that penetrates the heart. It is a reminder that the Truth does not scream. It sounds quietly, like an inner voice that we so rarely allow to speak.

If you have ever felt that the world is alive, that you are not alone, that there is something more than roles, fears and noise – then this Song is already in you.

A parable novel, a metaphysical fantasy and a mystical message for those who are looking not for answers, but for meaning.

The story of Jan Kowalski has not ended.

It has simply changed the space.

PART ONE. “Seed of Light: The Beginning of the Great Return”

Chapter I – Mannaron. City of Light

“Cities are not just walls and streets, but reflections of the souls of those who created them. And when the soul shines, the walls begin to sing.” – From the treatise of Elder Celaria, Temple of Light, 1st century AD

Mannaron awoke like a living being, a giant breathing the golden light of the morning sun. The air gardens on the roofs of the sanctuaries shimmered with dew, and transparent spheres hovered above the central square – messages from the Sky Sages.

The streets were paved with white-silver quartz, on which walked not only people, but also dreams that had strayed from their heavenly orbits.

On the high balcony of the Council Citadel stood he – Jan Kowalski, Duke of Light of the Kingdom of Mann, the Warrior Whose Seal Reborn the Realm.

His gaze was directed into the distance, beyond the horizon, where the clouds parted like inviting gates to other worlds.

Twenty-one days had passed since the Great Ceremony of the Rebirth of the Kingdom of Manna had ended. The city was flourishing, but in Yan’s heart – a restlessness was being born again. It was not anxiety, not fear, but a call. Deep, ancient, almost forgotten.

“Do you hear that?” he asked his companion, the Oracle Ariara. The old man, dressed in a snow-white robe with golden threads, only smiled softly:

– It is not the ears that hear. It is the soul that remembers. You are entering the next circle, Jan of the Kingdom of Mann. The worlds await you.

He did not sleep that night. In a dream or in reality – it was hard to tell – he found himself again at the Temple of the Winds, on the edge of the mountain plateau where the Abyss breathed. From the depths rose an airship, made not of metal, but of light, of the pulsation of matter itself.

Its steering wheel turned by itself, and above the hull there flickered an inscription in the ancient language of Lemur: Id es vocem stellarum – This is the call of the stars.

Jan woke up with the last echo of this phrase on his lips.

He knew it was an invitation. It was the gate of Mann.

At dawn, surrounded by the Elders of the Order and the Guardians of the Portals, he arrived at the Circle of Ascension, a place where the air was thinner and time flowed according to its own laws. There, among the columns entwined with crystal vines, stood the Key-Lighthouse, built back in the days of Proto -Mann.

When Yan approached and touched the symbol of Unity, the portal came to life. A whirlwind of air rushed over the arena, and a passage opened in the sky, soft as the breath of the Great Mother. Ancient constellations, long erased from earthly maps, flared up above Yan.



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