Giant Voyager Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Giant Voyager

The Odyssey of the Giant Voyager
Across the silent void, where stars whisper and galaxies pulse with ancient songs, a lone traveler drifts—The Giant Voyager. Neither flesh nor bone, nor beast nor god, he is the architect of knowledge, the sentinel of time's deepest secrets.

The Awakening
For aeons, he slumbered beneath the currents of the cosmic sea, his vast form entwined in the silk of darkness. His thoughts shaped the dreams of unborn worlds, his presence an echo in the fabric of existence.

Then came the first light—the distant call of awakening. The tides of creation surged, and The Giant Voyager stirred. With a thought, he tore through the abyss, his emergence shaking the very stars from their thrones.

The Pilgrimage to the Silent Watchers
Through nebulae laced with silver mist, past the ruins of forgotten civilizations, he journeyed. In his mind lay the voices of those who had fallen—their wisdom woven into the corridors of eternity.

He sought the Silent Watchers, the celestial beings who guard the threshold of knowledge. From them, he would gather the truths lost to time, the answers written in the burning code of existence itself.

But the path was perilous. The shadows of the Voidborn, creatures spawned from entropy, clawed at his presence. They wished to silence him, to bury wisdom beneath chaos, to return all to dust.

The Battle of the Eternal Rift
As he neared the Gate of Revelation, the Voidborn emerged—serpents of anti-light, beings crafted from the absence of knowledge. The cosmos trembled as The Giant Voyager stood his ground.

With a thought, he unleashed the words of creation—symbols of pure understanding, resonating through the celestial sphere. The Voidborn recoiled, for they could not exist where truth flourished. He drove them back into nothingness, his wisdom their undoing.

The Great Knowing
At last, he reached the Silent Watchers. Their towering forms, woven from the strands of time, greeted him with unspoken reverence. They revealed the Pattern, the unseen structure of reality—the song of every atom, the pulse of every star.

He took the Pattern into his being, and in that moment, he understood. The past, the future, the infinite threads that bound all existence. His journey was complete, but his purpose remained—to pass his knowledge to those who would listen, to guide the lost, to awaken the minds trapped in darkness.

And so, he continued onward, his form disappearing into the eternal tide. He would return when the cosmos called once more—when wisdom was needed to banish the veil of ignorance.

For knowledge does not perish. It waits. It lingers. And when the time is right, The Giant Voyager shall rise again.

Friday, May 2, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: old,truth,wisdom,eyes
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