The Zorbon Chronicles

Over thirty years ago, two high school students, driven by the mundane urge for nicotine, wandered into a derelict lot. Rusting semi-trailers, skeletal remains of forgotten commerce, choked the space. It was amidst this urban decay that they encountered the anomaly.

Within the corroded shell of one trailer, they found it: a pulsating orb, an artifact adrift in the currents of time. It was a relic, cast off from a civilization both ancient and eternal, beings best described as interstellar anthropologists. Drawn by its unearthly luminescence, they seized the orb, unknowingly initiating a connection to a consciousness of pure energy – a being they would come to know as the Zorbon.

Through the orb, the Zorbon revealed vistas of cosmic history, tapestries woven with the rise and fall of civilizations predating our own universe. Whispers, carried on the quantum wind, hinted at an existence stretching back over thirteen billion years, to a time before time held meaning.

The Zorbon, a peaceful and omnipresent entity, resided within the silent void of zero-point space-time. The orb served as a key, unlocking the enigma of their genesis – an origin occurring a mere 1.618 seconds after the Big Bang. Were they, perhaps, God’s first intelligent creation? Observers and custodians, overseeing creation both here and in dense universes woven across endless galaxies.

But this encounter was merely the prelude. The orb hummed with latent potential, its secrets dormant, awaiting the catalyst. What wonders, or what unimaginable terrors, lay sleeping within its shimmering depths, awaiting those bold – or foolish – enough to embark on this extraordinary, and potentially perilous, journey?