During these early years, several people inexplicably fell into a profound state of catatonia—a condition resembling an unnaturally deep sleep from which no one could rouse them. The eerie stillness of these patients unnerved even the most seasoned medical staff, their bodies slack and unresponsive as though their very essence had been paused in time. Nurses whispered anxiously in the dimly lit hospital corridors, their voices tinged with fear. “It’s like they’re here, but… not,” one nurse murmured to another, her hands trembling as she adjusted a blanket over a motionless patient. “Their breathing is so shallow, I keep thinking they’re gone.”
Various attempts were made to revive them, ranging from the conventional to the experimental. One of the first methods involved the application of a substance referred to as "Bensodiazeprine." Dr. James Peterson, an austere man with greying temples and sharp eyes that missed little, had administered it himself. He stood over the patients with meticulous precision, his gloved hands steady as he injected the substance into their IV lines. But after long minutes of observation, marked only by the rhythmic beep of heart monitors, no change came. He frowned deeply, his frustration barely concealed. “Nothing,” he muttered under his breath before turning to an assistant. “Record this: Bensodiazeprine ineffective. Prepare the next intervention.”
Another technique mentioned in Peterson’s report was something known as “ECG”—a mysterious mechanism that was never implemented due to an unusual concern about atmospheric static electricity. This detail sparked confusion among his colleagues. Dr. Margaret Hensley, a junior physician with a penchant for questioning authority, raised her eyebrows when she read Peterson’s notes during a team meeting. “Static electricity?” she said aloud, her voice carrying scepticism. “There hasn’t been a storm in weeks—what exactly does he mean by that?” The room grew quiet as her peers exchanged uneasy glances. A senior doctor cleared his throat but offered no answer.
Peterson himself remained tight-lipped when asked directly about this atmospheric interference, brushing off inquiries with curt responses that only deepened the mystery. “The conditions weren’t right for ECG,” he said dismissively one evening when Hensley cornered him in the hallway. She pressed further, her curiosity undeterred. “But why not try it on a clear day? What’s stopping us?” Peterson paused mid-step, turning to face her with an unreadable expression. “Some things are better left unexplored,” he replied cryptically before walking away, leaving her standing there with more questions than answers.
Three days into this peculiar affliction, something remarkable occurred: 15% of the catatonic patients awoke spontaneously, and all within minutes of each other. The ward was suddenly alive with activity as nurses hurried from bed to bed, disbelief etched onto their faces. One nurse, Sarah Mitchell, clutched her clipboard tightly as she watched a young woman named Elise stir for the first time in 72 hours. “Elise? Can you hear me?” Sarah asked gently, leaning closer as Elise’s eyelids fluttered open. The patient inhaled sharply, her chest rising as though she’d just surfaced from a deep dive underwater.
“I… I’m here,” Elise whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible but filled with an overwhelming sense of calm. Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she placed a reassuring hand on Elise’s arm. Around them, similar scenes unfolded, patients blinking awake, their gazes distant yet serene.
When questioned about their experiences during those three enigmatic days, each individual recounted strikingly similar visions: an overwhelming sense of greeting, peace, and welcome emanating from what they described as an immense presence. One man named Leonard spoke softly during his debriefing with Dr. Peterson and Hensley. “It wasn’t just peace—it was… connection,” Leonard explained, his brow furrowed as he searched for the right words. “Like being embraced by something vast and infinite, but also… familiar.” Hensley leaned forward in her chair, captivated despite herself. “Did it say anything? Did you see anything specific?” Leonard shook his head slowly. “No words, just understanding.”
What followed astonished everyone further: some of these survivors began displaying extraordinary abilities to heal others, an ability initially confined to those with medical training but soon observed even among laypeople without any formal knowledge of medicine.
Dr. Justin Burgundy was one of the first to document this phenomenon in detail. A pragmatic man who prided himself on scientific objectivity, he struggled to reconcile what he witnessed with any rational explanation. During one session with a survivor named Clara, a former nurse who had been catatonic, he watched in awe as she placed her hands over a young boy’s fractured arm and murmured softly under her breath.
“What are you doing?” Burgundy asked sharply, stepping closer to observe her technique.
“I’m asking,” Clara replied simply without looking up.
“...Asking who?” he pressed.
“The All Being,” she said matter-of-factually before exhaling deeply and removing her hands. To Burgundy’s astonishment, the boy’s arm showed signs of rapid improvement; his swelling diminished visibly within moments.
Later that evening, Burgundy confided in Peterson while pacing their shared office space. “It defies everything we know about biology,” he said, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. “But there’s something genuine happening here, I just don’t know what is happening.”
Peterson leaned back in his chair thoughtfully before speaking in his measured tone: "Perhaps it's less about what we understand and more about what we’re willing to believe."
As word spread of these inexplicable healings, reports emerged that animals were also being cured by these individuals, dogs regaining mobility after paralysis and birds taking flight again after apparent injuries.
Dr. Alex Hutton documented these cases meticulously but admitted privately to colleagues that each new discovery only deepened the enigma surrounding this phenomenon.
By now, rumors swirled among both scientists and civilians alike: What, or who, was this “All Being”? And how had these survivors been chosen for such extraordinary gifts? While skeptics dismissed it all as delusion or coincidence, others couldn’t shake the feeling that humanity had glimpsed something far greater than itself, a mystery that would take lifetimes to unravel fully.