Eternal Hypothesis

I live in a perfect world. There is no war, no pain, even the word "tomorrow" has been hollowed out by the system. Until that day, I cried for no reason at the Harmony Day celebration. In order not to be caught by the system, I bit my own tiger's mouth and used the severe pain to hide the pill that I had to swallow. That was the first time I heard my own voice. Then I found a door. Living door. It asks questions and beats, seventy-two times a minute, like a silent heart. Seventy-three people fell in front of the door. Shouichi waited for forty years before he got to the seventy-fourth one - me. The living door asked me: "What is eternity?" I replied: "If eternity is just a hypothesis - then everyone who pushes the door open with you is a falsification of the hypothesis." The door opens. The founding text began to be written. Signals are sent deep into the universe. The greetings from a billion years ago were preserved and forwarded by a carrier that had forgotten its origin. Incomplete dictionaries spread among thousands of civilizations, being translated, misunderstood, and inherited. Some civilizations translate "Lin Yuan" as "the act of leaving a mark in the unknown." A successor found two handprints side by side on the remaining stone and speculated: "They are not the same person." Billions of years later, the successor planted a tree under a strange star and named it "Lin Yuan". And now, a new book sits next to the founding text. Blank. The door is open. The pen is on the stone platform. There were only two words written on the first page: "Here." The page you turn is the starting point for the answer.