Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Somewhere far far away.
There is a dark realm colored with vibrant aurorae of of different shades. It is a land where the familiar is foreign and the known is nonexistent.
Here, nature is unnatural and its laws are lawless; gravity is not a thing and the sky is a solid expanse of liquid space that supports walking beings who swim above. The ground, on the other hand, is a boundless void with giant microscopic masses of floating weight.
The inhabitants are ideas that take shape and to each their own language of symbols. Time flows in reverse, memories are the future, and anticipation is history.
This place is an enigma, a paradox of existence, where every sense is redefined and reality is but a concept that may or may not be there.
Suddenly the realms peaceful restlessness was disturb by the thunderous noise of a silent explosion.
A small motionless wave of gigantic proportions ripples through the entire expance of this infinite realm.
Right at the edge of the wave, a foggy blobby bright and shadowy(it's a word now) was staying still at tremendous speed going forward in reverse eastbound west of the northern direction.
For a second time it was not there the first time because thrice is five if seven times the root of one is the length of one in addition to the profound impact of the Pythagorean theorem of bodmas and trigonometry and calculus of the vector diced nine times zero. In simpler terms, now you see the foggy blob, now you don't.
POV ???(1):
"Hmmm?"
As I was flying? Floating? Swimming? Shooting? Whatever. As I was moving, scratch that, changing my location in whatever the equivalent of space here is, I felt something.
No that's not right. It's not what I felt but rather what I didn't.
You see right at the edge of this edgeless realm(?), ugh. I know it makes no sense.
Nothing here makes any sense. This whole realm(?) makes no sense. It can be maddening at times but you get used to it.
As I was saying, right at the edge of this ream(?) is a wall of sorts. I call it a wall but its more like a membrane. Well technically it's neither of those and technically this realm(?) has no edge but you get the the point.
Anyway, whenever the main self sends us(split selves) to try and infiltrate other realities, this wall-membrane thing is the first huddle to cross. It's actually quite interesting. The main has tried exploring every last inch of this place(and failed. It is quite literally endless) but they never encountered anything like it before.
The current theory is that it's a filter of sorts allowing the relatively harmless stuff to go through. Emphasis on "relatively" . Anything beyond a certain point is unable to even find it.
Back to the point. Generally, this wall(?) usually feels like a titanium alloy(or whatever the strongest metal is) covered with razor sharp rotating spikes and the only way through is by bashing yourself against it while getting shredded.
That's not even close to what the actual thing is but all you need to know is that getting through is exhausting and extremely unpleasant.
I alter my currently blobby self into a vague humanoid form. It's starting to become a habit of mine. This form pleases me for some reason. Closely examining the wall(?), instead of the usual unpleasantly impenetrable feeling I'm accustomed to, this time it feels like wet paper. A slight pressure and I should pass through easily.
Alerting the main, I ask to see if they can get a ping on this location(?) annnnnnnnnd still nothing. I consider if this is some sort of trap but I honestly couldn't care less. A part of me actually hopes that it is. Anything to escape the monotony of this place.
Without a second thought, I just ram myself through the damn thing consequences be damned and bam I'm in.
Haha, I've always wanted to say that.
A/N: Short chapter. Got stuff to do. Reality can be a b|tch.
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