My Beautiful Goddess wives

Alex opened his eyes—or at least, he thought he did. Everything was dark, a suffocating void that seemed to stretch on forever. No light, no sound, nothing to ground him in reality. It was as if the universe had erased his existence and left him adrift in a silent abyss. His body felt weightless, yet he was hyper-aware of himself. His heart—or whatever semblance of one existed in this void—was racing.

"Where…am I?" Alex muttered to himself, his voice strangely clear in the emptiness. The words echoed infinitely, as though the void had taken on the role of his only companion. Panic began to claw at him, his breaths quickening. Was this death? Was he stuck here, forever lost in the dark?

And then the memories hit him like a tidal wave.

He remembered losing his job, the humiliation etched into Mr. Johnson's face as he delivered the final blow. The feeling of inadequacy had been gnawing at Alex for weeks, but hearing it aloud had cemented his worst fears. Then there was Maddie, her tearful confession breaking what little resolve he had left. He remembered how she avoided his gaze as she packed up her things, her voice shaky as she told him she couldn't stay. It wasn't just the heartbreak that crushed him—it was the final confirmation that everything he touched seemed to crumble.

And the crash.

The image of the massive rock loomed in his mind, sharp and vivid. The roar of the engine, the screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal colliding with stone. He remembered the sensation of being thrown forward, the windshield shattering like fragile ice around him. And then—nothing. No pain, no light. Just this.

The weight of it all came crashing down on Alex, and he sobbed into the void, his cries raw and unrestrained. He wasn't just mourning the life he lost—he was mourning himself. Why am I so useless? The question lingered, tormenting him as he wept. He thought of his parents, their warm smiles and endless encouragement. They had always believed in him, even when he doubted himself. They were gone now, their voices nothing but fading echoes in his mind. He clung to those memories like a lifeline, the only source of warmth in this desolate place.

He cried for what felt like hours—maybe days. Time had no meaning here. Exhausted, Alex finally collapsed, the weight of his despair pulling him under. His breathing slowed, his body—or the semblance of it—succumbing to an overwhelming fatigue. Sleep claimed him, and for the first time since he had woken in the void, he felt a semblance of peace.

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Time passed. Days? Months? Centuries? Alex didn't know. He was asleep, his consciousness buried deep within the darkness. He didn't dream; there was only silence, a long, unending slumber.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, something changed.

A voice—sweet, melodic, and otherworldly—called out to him. "Alex…"

His eyes snapped open, and he gasped. Light poured into his vision, blinding him after centuries of darkness. He squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Slowly, the world around him came into focus.

He was lying on a massive, ornately carved bed, its golden frame gleaming in the soft light of the room. The mattress was impossibly plush, draped in silken sheets the color of fresh cream. Pillows embroidered with intricate patterns surrounded him, and a soft blanket covered his body. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet he couldn't place.

Above him, a chandelier made of crystal hung from the ceiling, its countless facets reflecting and refracting light in dazzling patterns. The ceiling itself was painted with a stunning mural of a star-filled sky, so detailed it felt as if he could reach up and touch the constellations.

The walls of the room were made of smooth, ancient stone, each block etched with runes that glowed faintly with a golden hue. Tapestries depicting scenes of battles, feasts, and celebrations hung between tall, arched windows. The windows themselves were framed by heavy curtains of deep crimson, their edges embroidered with golden thread.

Alex tried to move but was immediately halted by a sharp pain in his head. He winced, gasping as the sensation overwhelmed him. His body felt alien—heavy and sluggish, as if he hadn't moved in centuries. His limbs were stiff, his muscles weak.

"What…happened?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The pain in his head intensified, and fragments of memories began to surface. The void. The crash. The sweet voice that had called out to him. He was alive—somehow, impossibly alive—but where was he? And how had he ended up here?

As he lay there, trying to piece together the fragments of his shattered life, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. They were light, almost hesitant, but they grew louder as they approached. Alex turned his head as best he could, his body protesting every movement.

A figure stepped into view, and Alex's breath caught in his throat.

It was a woman—or at least, she appeared to be. Her beauty was ethereal, almost unreal. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, shimmering in the soft light. Her eyes were a piercing shade of blue, as bright and clear as a summer sky. She wore a flowing gown of pure white, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that seemed to shimmer as she moved. Around her neck hung a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, its surface glowing faintly.

The woman approached the bed, her expression one of concern and curiosity. "You're awake," she said, her voice the same sweet, angelic tone that had called out to him in the void.

Alex tried to speak, but his throat was dry, and his voice cracked. "Where…am I?"

The woman smiled softly, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You are in the Hall of Eternity, a place between worlds. You have been asleep for a very long time, Alex."

He stared at her, struggling to comprehend her words. "How…how long?"

She hesitated, as if unsure how to break the news. "Ten thousand years."

The words hit Alex like a punch to the gut. Ten thousand years? It was impossible—unthinkable. He shook his head, wincing as the movement sent another wave of pain through him. "That can't be…"

The woman placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch soothing. "I know this is difficult to accept, but it is the truth. You were lost, adrift in the void, until you were found. We brought you here"

"We?" Alex asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The woman nodded "until next time Alex"

Alex wanted to ask more questions, to demand answers, but his body betrayed him. pulling him back into the depths of sleep. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the woman's kind, sorrowful smile