It was a stormy night! A strange kind of darkness enveloped the skies.The wind was visibly skirmish to distract any wanderers steed. Through those whirlwinds, a sailboat, “Whistler’s Wilde,” mounted up into chaos and appeared drifting away into the unknown.

Captain Oscar Smith was stationed at the bridge, tightly holding the wheel between the winds and the waves. He frantically steered the boat to strike a good balance with the rough seas.

The yacht crew, for a long time, had indeed been so accustomed to taking voyages that they could hardly remember the count. The seasoned sailors as well as the rookies, were often deployed to sail through those mighty oceans. But this time, they ought to have known better. What they were about to face was extraordinary.

Among them was Miss Sylvia Stevens, a young journalist, hawkishly determined, to discover, some truths of her own.

Every now and then she had come to hear about some strange happenings at the deep seas.

And so she had set sail to uncover those mysterious secrets,alongside, an uttermost attraction towards Captain of the ship.

At first glance, Sylvia had been smitten by the Captain’s appearance: His radiant face, chiseled nose and roughened looks were impressively imploring. His eyes — remarkably brilliant, never failed to catch her attention. Most suggestively, his overture was ,apparently,very mesmerizing and Sylvia couldn’t help but dig deep.

But on that day, she was there to make an investigation, and go through it all, to seek answers to the most pressing, and the most wiliest of her queries.

Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, a storm begins to create a hell of a rage.

Splashy sprays of water, rush into the chambers, lashing and bashing, before they retire into obscurity. The boat comes to the verge of collapsing as it goes—lower and higher, ducking into the deep seas.

Captain Smith’s first mate, Jack, a little vexed and distressed, calls out-“ Ahoy, Captain! We have to head back soon!”

The Captain tries to respond to him, but the gusty winds muffle his voice. Instead of trying to speak over the howling gale, he spins the boat around.

The sudden torque keels the boat sharply, throwing Sylvia off of her feet. The waves turn barbarically abrupt ,as though, inclined to snarl at her. Sylvia struggles to gain her balance, but in vain. Within moments she gets irretrievably trapped in the raging turbulence. And a huge wave thrusts up and pushes her overboard!

Captain Smith invariably gazes at the sight of Sylvia’s disappearance. In a desperate attempt, he tries to ease the mainsail until the boat stops all forward motion. Then, he turns the rudder hard, taking care that the boat doesn’t topple head long.

For a fraction of a second, the Captain tries to steer clear of the waters,but the booming tide roars at him ferociously.

Unperturbed by the mysterious sounding storm, the Captain plunges deeper. Just then, a stump of the “top mast,” falls off and rolls over the bridge.

The crew notice Sylvia scrambling and sliding away from the boat. And after a while, she arrives back in a semi-conscious state , bobbing in the lines of waves in front of the yacht. Baffled, the crew’s reaction varies between suspicion and wonderment.

As for them, something doesn’t seem right.

As they scourge through the weird wreckage, a whole new phenomenon erupts at the oblivion sea.

By then, the storm claimed Sylvia ,once again, and the foaming walls of waters above her had another story to tell.

As the sailboat, “Whistler’s Wilde,”battles over the currents, its crew, start doubting the situation to be a foul play. They uncannily scrutinize the secrets that had gone overboard with Sylvia.

“Did she fall off or was she pulled in ?" one of the crew says sadly to the other.

"I don't know, but I think we're in trouble," another replies.

There upon, the Captain’s past starts to collide with his present ; threatening to destroy everything that he had built so far. The storm had claimed Sylvia but it also exposed the dark truths that the Captain was holding in secrecy, for a long time. Frightful disappearances had become common at the seas. But that hadn’t deterred him from taking up the voyages.

"We'll find her, Captain," says Jack in a redeemer’s voice.

Captain’s eyes narrow and he remarks —“I hope so, Jack. I hope so."

As the yacht battles against the myriadic strangeness, a pulsating light appears at the horizon. The crew exchange nervous glances, unsure of what to make of it.

"What is that?" Sylvia’s feeble voice (barely audible,) echoes from nowhere. Suddenly her head bobs above the waters as she clings to a piece of debris.

"I don't know, but I don't like this,” the Captain mutters, his eyes fixed upon the light that encircles Sylvia.

Then, a gale freezes up in the air and an eerie kind of gloom surrounds them.

“It’s a portal opening into the other realm, a little farther forward,” yells Sylvia struggling with the weight of the effect dragging her in the abyss.

Within moments, the boat capsizes and everything gets enveloped in an ominous green glow. In the meantime, one by one everything gets swept into the heart of the light, and all gets wallowed in the broad tumultuous expanse. At once, the fabric of reality gets warped around the crew ,and all, disappear like a vapour.

"What's happening?" Jack screams wistfully with his voice laced in panic.

"I think we're being pulled into some kind of...rift," the Captain cries out, his unblinking eyes hooting sinister at him.

The yacht, along with the dust, fluff and smoke, get whisked in, as well.

The ambiance transforms into a crystalline beam headed towards a celestial terrine.

When the crew open their eyes, they find themselves in a realm ,unlike any other they had ever seen before.

There, the skies revel upon a burning crimson, and the spurring seas bathe in sombre mantle of smoky viscous fluids. All around everything seems pulsing with a life of its own. But to the mind’s eye the illusory shift in view becomes very intense. The crew, through the shrieks and twists, realize that they are in an unimaginable plight.

Casting mental alertness into the aether, and thence, Sylvia gathers strength to speak—“Where the heck are we?"

"I don't know," Captain Smith replies,his eyes scanning the horizon, and instantly he blurts—“ we are a long way from shores ; a thousand light year thro’ this ethereal opening, I guess.”

Then, coming out of the seething tumult , the crew further explore the strange surroundings. They encounter many things that defy all earthly logics. As it turns out, nothing holds clear of their understanding,even though, no formal patterns exist in terms of any time scales, forms,sizes or shapes. But, one thing that they all share in common is an intuitive ability to merge their thoughts and emerge through their ideas as one. The prevailing drift seemed like a dream sequence.

Then there were creatures coming off as beings of pure energy sending forth ever changing themes to their dream. Peculiar as it seemed, these creatures,at times,mirrored their own entities. Springing up from the unknown vagary ( literally, from nowhere); much as much as some ordained missionaries, they propelled to legitimize the conceptual order of that metaphysical world.

Sylvia feels ,as if,she’s sent off as a first hand reporter of some sound vibrations coming out of the “other worldly,” regimes, only to discover, whatsoever,it meant to bring.

Then she experiences a droning —upon her ears 👂, and drowning upon its tunes, she gets redirected from those dying hours of gloom towards magical resonance of sounds. Planting her mind deeper into the recitations she leaps into a process of imitation and dissolves in the pool of interacting field of energy.

Looking forth, into the gleaming yonder, the entire crew find themselves gazing through similar piercing lightsabers attuning them insolvable mysteries.

"This is madness," Jack mutters, his eyes widened in fear.

"I think it's just the beginning," Captain replies with his voice laced in a sense of wonder.

As they continue to journey furthermore into the deep, they gain recourse into a new supernatural realm. That’s where they feel that they are not alone. A figure, shrouds in shadows, watching over them from a distance.

"Who are you?" the Captain asks in a commanding tone, his voice echoing across the strange landscape.

"I am the guardian of this realm," the figure replies in a thundering voice. “And you, mortals, are trespassers."

The crew of the “ Whistler’s Wilde,” now know that they have to find a way back home, but as they turn to leave, they realize that the guardian has other plans for them...

As the crew of the “Whistler’s Wilde,”navigate the surreal landscape, they encounter a series of bizarre challenges.

They start feeling as though they are on a winged flight, soaring high and low between the clouds and seas alternately. However, as they continued so, they had no clue of meeting a replica of themselves; someone outwardly-inwardly, identical to them.

To believe such a miracle exists —was to suppose and transcend, all space and time theories.

In fact this is a reality that presents itself to them. They get redirected to find someone ditto as themselves. A carbon copy of their prior physical entities. How could they be so blinded by this-“other worldly,”factuality. They think to themselves. But within moments, they find themselves treading from no body to a mega soluble state of existence with elusive and subtle qualities.

“ Unbelievable,” the Captain thinks to himself as he prepares to face this voyage of new discoveries. . But certainly, he knew not that, up until that point, he was ,fundamentally and presumably, so wrong in his conception of realities of the universe.

All the while, he believed in a simplistic finite notions of reality and habitually drawn towards it —like —opening a door and moving into familiar surroundings. But, in a whiff, everything had changed and all this was striking him as a beam of light, compelling him to swiftly suffuse into things.

“Caution mortals, this is the “Realm of the Entangled," just then the guardian declares, with its enigmatic voice.

“To escape, you must solve the “Riddle of the Quantum Twins."

"What riddle?" Captain Smith asks ,narrowing his eyes.

"Two particles, entangled in a dance, yet separated by vast distances. Tell me , how will they communicate, when the laws of nature dictate otherwise ?"the guardian queries.

"That's impossible," Jack responds back, shaken up —amidst that —“as above and as below yonder.”

"Ah, but that is where you are ," says the guardian, glinting beyond the arrays of yon’.

"The answers lie in the realm of the entangled. Seek out the “Oracle of Superposition." says the guardian serenely and disappears.

The crew, now, forever gone into an ever-land journey, start to dig deeper into those realms, encountering further strangeness along their ways.

Thusly, unchained to any form, the motley crew reach the abode of the Oracle; a pure point of energy, emerges from nowhere.

"I will give you the answer," the Oracle announces with its voice echoing through the multiple dimensions.

"But first, you must solve my riddle: What can be in two places at once, yet never be seen?"

"That's a classic," Sylvia says with a smile spread across her face.

"The answer is a quantum particle in a state of superposition,” she blurts instantaneously.

The Oracle nods with its pulsating energy and gives its approval -“You are correct!”

“And now, I will give you the answer to the Riddle of the Quantum Twins,” the Oracle continues to announce.

“Quantum twins communicate through the power of entanglement, a connection that transcends space and time."

As the crew ponder over the answer, the guardian appears from nowhere.

"Well done, mortals, You have unlocked the secret of quantum entanglement.

But be warned: with this knowledge comes great power and great responsibility."

As the crew of the “Whistler’s Wilde,” emerge from the Realm of the Entangled, they find themselves back in their own world, forever changed by their surreal journey. One by one, a new awakening-springs up from the sea of their thoughts.

The foundering boat had capsized in the dingey darkness and one by one, as schooners , they were coasting the shore. Holding their oars high, they were getting waking up to awakenings.

"We did it," the Captain reclaims with his eyes shining in wonderment. “We unlocked the secret of quantum entanglement."

"And we discovered something even more profound," Sylvia adds .”The power of human ingenuity, curiosity and determination."

The crew nod in agreement, their minds still reeling from the surreal adventure that they had just witnessed.

Now they knew that their lives would never be the same, for they had glimpsed the hidden mysteries of the universe.

After a few days the crew of the “Whistlers Wilde ,”reflects upon their surreal journey in a consortium and they begin to ,once again, notice strange synchronicities, coincidences and happenings, time and again during their lifetime on earth.

Revived and restored by such cataclysmic experiences, the crew find themselves “double -watching,” many opprobrious moments and emerging through many “vision -logics,” in the following years.

And such so, gradually, they gravitate towards their own soulful transcendence.

But still, some replicating phenomena in the outer universe has a hold on them.

“Is this earth?!” such fleeting words, tug at them, as and when, many hard and easy moments tap into their souls ,as if, to validate their presence on earth.

Then, one by one, their lives halt at nothing, and keyless,they transcend this earthly existence. Their physical entities burn up in flames but, something of their’s remains.

Slowly years roll by and everything shifts into the future.

It’s year 2090 AD .. it’s when humanity is anthropomorphically jumping heaps and pushing through the AI world..

It’s a time when inanimate objects are taking on a new meaning. They start attracting humans at different levels of “possession.”

Humans themselves are at the cusp of immortality and flailing through their own “brain implants.” Their thoughts emerge as a construct to map ,anything and everything, that serves them well to deal with nature, transcending the plains of eternity.

Recognizably, the spans of enormous alternatives accessed in terms of times , connectivity, objectivity,and perspectives, was turning too dangerous.

It was like humans were becoming conduits, to move ,almost instantaneously, into space and time. What just was happening was like heaven and hell —ever expanding without any ends in all directions.

Something like a tropism in terms of soul regeneration had been triggered, and to which, souls were connecting with the distant galaxies. Such a questing was ,unknowingly, leading into the creation of megalithic bodies that bore the spirits at large.

Somewhere on earth a sailors conference manifests itself and it holds a mirror to a point in time —where—the souls of Captain Smith, Sylvia , Jack and many others of that time, whirls back in a flow of their continuing journey through the deep seas. Along its course, a ceaseless motion of time roves up ahead.

A mysterious figure called “Mantraa ,” appears and connects with the crew at that sailor’s convention. Then on, vagrant turnings of the past events start unfolding again.

In a steady course, many years whirl back.

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