“The storehouse of all karma, the womb of Tathāgata, the foundation of all consciousness…"

Silence.

It was not the absence of sound.

It was a space where all thoughts were stripped away, where even will itself became transparent—

Juliana stood there.

Before her stretched an ocean without gravity. Neither liquid nor gas, but pure thought itself flowing through the abyss. This was—Ālaya-vijñāna.

In that ocean lay countless nameless memories:

• • The hunger of a nameless girl
• • A boy’s guilt at seeing his grandmother’s death
• • The regret of a soldier who died protecting his friend
• • The smile of an old man sharing bread with a starving child

Belonging to no one, yet belonging to everyone. They existed beyond time, simply “recorded."

Juliana’s body began to sink into the ocean. But there was no fear. Instead, what she felt was—nostalgia.

Johannes’s voice echoed through the space.

“Those who touch this consciousness come face to face with their 'origin’ across time. But it is also something that must not be seen. Those who know too much of causation lose their 'freedom to choose.'"

But Juliana no longer felt fear.

She saw:

A past life as a slave boy, killed in his youth. An era when she was a dictator, ruling through fear. Another time as a teacher, spreading wisdom to the people.

Thousands of reincarnations. Countless failures, regrets, and renewals.

—I have repeated this cycle.

—Learning, choosing, and losing my way again.

And now, once more, I stand at this “place of choice."

Johannes appeared. No—this was not the “Johannes of memory." This was the real Johannes. A being who was Juliana’s past life and simultaneously a “future possibility."

He said:

Juliana understood.

What had driven this empire was not power or military force, but the collective unconscious sunk within Ālaya-vijñāna.

Juliana asked:

Johannes answered:

This was not death. This was not nothingness.

This was—becoming a transparent existence.

Juliana made her final choice.

She dissolved her “own memories" into the ocean of Ālaya-vijñāna. Her love for her mother, her anger toward the Empire, the identity called “herself." She returned everything. They were not possessions of the individual, but things that should return to the world.

When she opened her eyes, no one was there.

The core of the Axiom Empire had collapsed. But it was not destruction. The structure had simply become unnecessary.

People were redefining their “own reality" one by one. The landscapes they saw were different. The voices they heard were different. But everyone was truly “awakened."

Juliana was there. Yet no one’s eyes could see her.

This was the way of being for “an existence unified with Ālaya-vijñāna."

Since that day, people began to speak of an “invisible guide."

No one knew her face, knew her voice, or even had her words recorded. But they knew that there had been someone who had restarted the world—

Her name was no longer remembered. But there exists a “transparent will" that resonates in people’s hearts whenever the wind blows.

That is the destination of Juliana’s journey through the “endless consciousnesses"—her arrival point.

( Chapter 8 – Complete )

※ Final Chapter: The Ninth Consciousness “Amalavijñāna—The Place of Non-Self, Non-Emptiness, and the Absolute" continues…