Seven Heavens Transcended: Seven Heavens Lost, #8

By Muhammad Umer

Seven Heavens Transcended

In the silent space between worlds, where dreams bleed into reality and the soul whispers truths long forgotten, one voice dares to remember.

Seven Heavens Transcended is a sweeping epic of love, memory, and multiversal consequence—a story where destiny is not inherited, but assembled piece by piece through lifetimes. It follows a fractured soul scattered across realities, each fragment echoing through dream and despair, each life a quiet resistance against darkness creeping from beyond the stars.

Across worlds bound by silence and virtue, a lone seeker awakens to visions he cannot explain: celestial wars, forgotten flames, a woman beneath a blood moon who calls his name—but whom he's never met. As his journey unfolds, the line between dream and identity begins to blur. And somewhere, far beyond the waking world, a new force stirs—a shadow born not of hatred, but of everything left unsaid.

This is not a tale of chosen ones or ancient prophecies. It is a saga of those who remember. Of those who choose to love despite the void. Of those who carry hope, even when the sky shatters.

With lush prose and a deeply emotional core, Seven Heavens Transcended blends high fantasy, philosophical science fiction, and mythic romance into a genre-defying odyssey. Readers will journey across collapsing realms, encounter the echoes of forgotten virtues, and witness a battle not between good and evil—but between remembrance and oblivion.

Perfect for fans of deeply layered multiverse stories, timeless love across lifetimes, and narratives that treat emotion as elemental as gravity.

What awaits is not merely a war for reality—but a reckoning of the soul.

Are you ready to remember?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Muhammad Umer
• Release date: Jul 9, 2025
• ISBN: 9798231586455

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Muhammad Umer

Seven Heavens Transcended

Copyright © 2025 by Muhammad Umer

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Contents

Preface

Prologue

I. THE WARRIOR WHO FELL

Elarai’s Last Light

The Dragon of the First Flame

Seven Monoliths Shattered

The Seed of Despair

The Final Ashes

II. THE AWAKENING

When the Dream Ends

Under the Bloodmoon

The Mirror of Sleep

The Astral Manuscript

Convergence

III. THE DESCENT OF SEVNOX

The First Sign

The Spectral Ring

The Throne of Sevnox

The Memory of Her

The Flame Reforged

IV. THE FINAL CONFRONTATION

The War of Silence

The Bridge of Stars

The Universe Rewritten

Epilogue

About the Author

Preface

Seven Heavens Transcended

The final fragment of Seven Heavens Lost

"When the seven lights are swallowed by shadow,

And the soul is scattered across the dying veils,

One shall rise who bears all burdens, all faces, all falls.

Not to return what was lost… but to awaken what could be."

Once, before the stars remembered their own light, there was silence.

Not the silence of emptiness, but of something forgotten—a stillness heavy with memory, waiting to be named again. A slumber older than time, deeper than shadow. It was not absence. It was the breath held before the first word. The hush before the first dream.

From this silence bloomed the multiverse: a vast weave of dreams and truths, spun across seven veils of heaven. These heavens were not merely realms—they were frequencies of existence, resonances of spirit and soul. Each one a note in the sacred chord of being. And once, long ago, they sang together.

But perfection is a melody few can sustain.

One by one, the heavens dimmed. Not in fire. Not in thunder. But with something far more insidious.

They unraveled not by the claws of beasts or blades of tyrants—but by the soft, unseen unraveling of the spirit.

Pride whispered into hearts that once knelt in humility. Greed tightened its fist around hands once open in generosity. Lust tainted pure connection with hunger. Envy drove wedges between souls that once danced in unity. Gluttony hollowed the once sacred hunger for truth. Wrath eclipsed compassion. And Sloth—ah, Sloth—sang them all into a beautiful sleep, where motion ceased and dreams were forgotten.

They did not fall. They faded.

Yet even ruin leaves behind its echo. Even silence, if deep enough, remembers the song.

This is not the tale of heroes blessed by fate. Nor of chosen ones foretold in prophecy.

This is the echo of a single soul, scattered like light across the shattered glass of all creation. A soul fractured, yet eternal. Repeating across the canvas of realities like a secret melody seeking its refrain. A soul that bled through time. That rose and broke. That wept and still walked.

Again. And again. In different names. In forgotten faces. But always… it searched.

For meaning. For atonement. For truth. For the warmth of a hand it once held. For a way back to the light it once lost.

This is a story for the wanderers who cannot name what they’ve lost. For the dreamers who wake with aching hearts and no memory of why. For those who look at the stars and feel as though something calls from beyond.

It is for you.

For within the final hush of the seventh silence, all echoes converge. The sins stand complete. The heavens, lost. And yet—beneath the ashes—something begins to stir.

The final gate trembles.

And in the breath between all things… a step is taken. A spark is born. A dream begins anew.

And with it, the last hope to transcend.

Muhammad Umer

Prologue

"You tried to break me with despair—but love is why I’m still standing. You lost the moment I chose to remember her. Because strength doesn’t decide the victor,

devotion does."

The Echo of All Lives

Before the storm of gods and stars—before silence was shattered across the spiral of realms and history split into a thousand trembling echoes—there was only stillness. A hush not born of fear, but of something older. A breath held between dreams. A pause before the first note of a forgotten song.

In a field of whispergrass, silvered by moonlight that was not a moon, a boy slept. The sky above him was violet, stretched wide and painted with constellations not yet named—sketches of ancient heroes and vanished beasts drawn in stars that blinked with curiosity. The air hummed with the memory of