Prologue
"The world is full of boring, identical, and mindless people."
— Charels Bukowski
These words express life... boring... dull. Nothing interesting ever happens. No matter if your famous, poor, or everything in between. There's nothing truly interesting about the real world. If reality was a movie, each episode would put you to sleep.
That is, at least, how I see the world. Full of grey—the feeling of ennui plaguing it is so much and so strongly you can even smell it, and it is no where near pleasant. The people are even worse. They follow trends, not having their own dreams that are unique. Society; "The aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered community." That's the definition, right there off of Google. Do you see the problem? "An ordered community", of course. People must have structure and act in a certain, boring way. They can never be interesting or they will be downplayed as weird. "Cringe", "Neurodivergent", "SPED"! All words people say when they see someone who has interests and expresses them. You see a Furry online and society sees them as a "weirdo". It's getting better now adays where people are getting into things that were seen as weird. But that also makes it boring. Now everyone has watched Naruto, everyone has cosplayed, everyone plays videogames. The world changed and it's still dull.
I want to live in a different world. Like, in a Mecha anime fighting off an evil organization in a cyberpunk city. A crime show where I have to solve the mystery of a string of murders. An Isekai where I'm an OP main character with a harem! JUST SOMETHING OTHER THAN THIS BORING LIFE! I WAKE UP, EAT BREAKFEST, TAKE A SHOWER BRUSH MY TEETH, GET READY FOR SCHOOL, GO TO SCHOOL, GO HOME, SLEEP, AND REPEAT! I'M SICK OF IT! JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO SLEEP AT HOW BORING IT IS! PEOPLE WONDER WHY I HAVE NO FRIENDS OR SHOW ANY EMOTION AND THAT IS BECAUSE WHAT IS THE POINT, IT'S NOT LIKE THEY'RE ALL GONNA MATTER WHEN I'M DEAD! SOMETIMES I EVEN-
no, let me calm myself... breathe...
That was my life. But then one day, that all changed...
I woke up and did my morning routine, it was a normal and boring day like usual. Walking along and seeing, not colorful houses, but dull colors like grey black white and beige... Oh I hate that color, mostly because it's everywhere! But, let me not get off topic. I went through a normal day, until I was walking out of school to walk home, like I usually do. I walk across the street, and then I hear a horn, I look to my right and two bright lights blind me, before I could even react, I felt my bones crush, my body contort. as I flew into the air, people looked shocked, I could even see a mother and her daughter as I was flying through the air just faintly, until... I crashed on to the ground and fell unconscious, my body was bloody, so was the road I was on. I had just been hit by truck, and killed.
Until I woke up, I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't move anything, I couldn't see, smell, taste, feel, hear, nothing. All I had was consciousness. I was confused, frantically trying to find an answer to what is going on. Until, I suddenly knew, somehow. In fact, I knew everything, there was nothing I had no knowledge of which confused me. I felt my beings stretch throughout multiple different places. I had become... as cosmic force... My being erased from creation entirely. Every timeline, there was no version of me- wait, timeline. There are different timelines, alternate realities with their own cosmic structure. The amount of these timelines were beyond anything countable. No numbers, infinities, and cardinals could even begin to describe the amount of them. I was shocked at first but then a wave of excitement washes over me. I had indulged in a lot of fiction in my lifetime, to try and distract me from my boring world. Through fiction I learned a lot. And I thought to myself, "If I'm a cosmic force, could I be omnipotent?!" I, already knew. I have omnipotence, omniscience, and omnipresence. So I want to perceive one of these timelines. I use my omnipotent powers to see into one of them. My being appearing as a metaphysical and cosmic eye in outer space. And what I saw, it was exhilarating! I saw a group of people in suits fighting some other people in fantasy looking clothing, it was cool, oh so very cool! I knew what I would do. I turned the clock back 15 years before, and I decided to rewrite the timeline entirely! Integrating myself into it like the main character of a story. I used my omnipotence to give myself a tragic backstory of my parents dying from some unknown force so I had to live with my grandparents for the rest of my life! And I then transferred my consciousness into that being from the day of it's birth. I opened my eyes for the first time to see a bright light then a doctor looking at me, holding me, in a hospital room. It was quite cold in there, that was the first thing I had noticed. There were two nurses and three doctors.
"Please welcome your new son." The doctor said as he handed me to a beautiful woman with orange hair and gorgeous red eyes. She held me in her arms and cradled me. I didn't want to mention this until now, but there was another person in the room. A handsome man with slicked back white hair, a beard, and silver eyes, he looked smiled at me and so did the woman. So this was my mother and father.
"He's so cute, he even has your eyes." The woman, or should I say my mother, says to the man—her smile warm and gentle along with her tone. And yes, my eyes were silver, just like the man, no, my father.
"But he has your hair." My father says to my mother, he also has a warm smile on his face. And, again, yes, my hair was orange. A strange combination, might I add, but I'm not complaining. I was a healthy, cute little baby boy with orange hair and silver eyes I guess.
"What will you name him?" A nurse questions, as she bends down to look at me over the hospital bed.
My father and mother look at each other, then back at me, "William." My mom says, "That is his name."
One thing I didn't note until now, everyone there was British. I had been born in England and I didn't care. I was to excited, ready to start my new life!
Part 1
The details of what happens after I was born is not important. My name was William Heinsworth, my mother and father's names were Arthur and Alice. At eight years old, I was in a chocolate store with my parents. It was nice and well put together. A fancy place indeed. This seemed to be England, specifically London, in the late 1800's to early 1900's, which was fascinating to me. Seeing all this stuff from the past is just so exciting I could just scream! I was acting like an energetic little kid who'd just had sugar... if sugar actually made you hyper scientifically. Omniscience taught me some things. I did restrict my knowledge and power to make things more exciting in this life for me. I did keep some things though. The chocolate shop was like a random coffee shop you'd see while walking in New York but if it was in England in the 1800's, and more fancier. A small chandelier on the ceiling and some tables and chairs around the establishment. It was perfect, my face was in awe while my parents were getting chocolate for me. Just thinking about it makes me excited. It's better than my old life for sure! Good that I had asked to go there when we were walking to have some family time in a local park. My mind is racing!
My mother comes up to me with a warm smile—bending down to my level and asks me in a gentle tone, "What chocolate would you like?"
There was a menu on the wooden counter of the reception desk with the types and flavors of chocolate they had. I thought to myself for a moment, observing the types of chocolate. Milk Chocolate, White Chocolate, and Dark Chocolate. Those were the big three of chocolate flavors, but it was too mundane for me. I decided to pick something different.
"This one!" I said excitedly with an also excited expression on my face. I had pointed to a chocolate egg infused with caramel—not the ones where it was a chocolate shell with caramel inside, no. I had that already in my old world. Instead, I went with one where the chocolate egg had nothing in it but caramel was an ingredient. That and there was a caramel coating on it that made it look quite shiny.
My mom smiled at me and turned back to the worker behind the desk and ordered it. My dad was just standing on the side, a slight smile on his face. Me, I was ecstatic! I had never tried anything like this before! When my mother turned to me, bent down and handed me about 6-8 of the chocolate eggs wrapped in red gleaming foil with a gold mystical design I was in awe, mouth wide open. I immediately started unwrapping the candy and eating it as my parents walked me out of the shop. I then walked through the streets of London all the way through the park while eating my chocolate, savoring every bite. It was...
"Perfect..." I sighed with a satisfied look on my face making my mother giggle and my dad smiled a bit wider.
When we made it too the park, we sat on a bench, enjoying the scenery. The sun was shining, few clouds in the sky. The grass was green making it look like the middle of spring. A feeling of warmth washed over me, and most likely my parents as well. We had played for a while, I had even climbed a tree with the help of my dad while my mother watched in nervousness. It was way better than my old life. After a while, it was getting dark, I had fell asleep so my dad had decided to carry me home and as they were walking on a street with no people it had seemed. A robber came out of no where, trying to take my mothers purse, my dad tried to help her while holing me but then... bang, my mother was shot, then... bang, my father was shot. I was dropped on my head as my father's body had hit the floor, dead. I had been woken up from the fall with my head hurting a bit but then I saw my parents... their bodies lying on the floor—dead. I was frozen in shock, all I could do was stare... well, on the outside that is. On the inside I had smirked, my plan had worked and I had created a backstory for myself. And while I was at it, a goal from that same backstory! The goal to protect the innocent! It was cliché, yes. But it was still something interesting!
After that... they held a funeral for my mother and father which I attended. The men wore black suits, the women in black dresses. I was wearing regular kids clothing. I had acted sad, but I was happy inside! I had never even had someone close to me die in my old world, besides my dog! THIS WAS SO COOL!
I was being taken care of by my grandparents on my dad's side now, and... It seems they were filthy rich. I had never knew this since my parents were mundane people. They lived in this large mansion. The inside was like a ball room, gold almost everywhere. My room was big with a blue bed. My grandparents themselves were very nice people, both of them having the same look as my father. And I don't mean to be a pervert when I say this, but my grandmother is quite attractive if I do say so myself.
All and all, my plan had worked. And now I have a solid backstory and goal. Now what I should do is build a personality for myself. I chose to be a heroic, pretty chill, and funny person. So I grew up, years went by and fast forward—I'm 16 now and living my best life. As I wake up in the morning on a Tuesday, I look out my window and see the sun shining.
"Today's gonna be a good day." I say to myself in a calm voice, my eyes half-lidded with a slight smile on my face.
Indeed it would be a good day.
Part 2
My head turns when I suddenly hear a knock at my door and a gentle female voice in a British accent saying, "Mr. William, Mr. William..."
"Hm...? Oh, come in." I say and the door opens as a beautiful girl, about 24, 5'7-8", with short blue hair with some of it covering her right eye. Her pupils are white while her irises are a majestic magenta that fades into a hot pink. Her body is perfectly attractive—expanded upon by her maid suit that was popular in Great Britain in this time period. Safe to say she was attractive in every sense of the word.
The best part, she's my personal maid named Edith. And as she looked at me with a gentle smile—I smiled back, "Good morning, Sir. How are you today?" She said to me.
"Fine, thanks." I said, "What about you?" I then asked.
"Oh I'm just peachy." She responded with a giggle.
As she walked further into my room with light gentle steps, I can see she has a nice breakfast for me. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice, nice.
"May I ask a question, Sir." She says to me with a curious look and tone.
"Ask away." I respond.
"Why do you insist on having breakfast in bed everyday?" She asks curiously.
"Just wanted to try something different." I answered with a smirk. To be honest, the mother of my last life never allowed for me to have breakfast in bed. So, I wanna see how it felt... every single day.
"Is there anything else you wanted me to do, Sir?" She asked sounding ready to take on any order.
I've never had a maid before, so I can't miss this opportunity, "Get me some clothes and a shower ready, please and thank you." I said.
She nods and as she walked out the door with a warm and gentle smile paired with light footsteps, I was staring at her curves. Hey look, even if I was reincarnated as a cosmic force—I'm still just as human as everyone else, alright.
The door closes gently. I look out the window for a minute, admiring the cloudless sky, the sun shining on the city of London, and I walk up to the window, open it, then I sit there—breathing in the clean and fresh morning air, the birds chirp outside and there is a slight wind blowing.
I then have an idea...
I go to my desk, my footsteps in a hurry as I quickly eat my food, "Damn this is good! Edith can cook!" I think to myself. Edith usually makes my food for me instead of our private chef.
When I'm done, I quickly get in the shower with urgency, surprising Edith and the other maids with how fast I'm moving.
Then, after I leave the shower and brush my teeth then head to my bedroom, specifically the closet, where I then put on a dark cyan ascot cap, white button up shirt with gold cuffs, a cyan and gold waist coat with beautiful gold flower designs, cyan finger cut gloves that also have mystical gold flower designs with khaki pants and brown shoes that have gold laces. That's how much money my parents had as all the gold and cloth was completely authentic. I then put a dark cyan fur trench coat over my shoulders. Then I walk out of my closet and into my bedroom and I look at the window with a grin.
Edith opens the door gently, "Sir, are you okay?" she asks curiously with a cocked eyebrow, her attractiveness still being noticeable, but that's not what I was focused on at the moment!
"Oh, I'm perfectly fine." I respond as I start jumping up and down and stretching.
Now before this next part, just know that I decided to do martial arts, honing my body and skills, just to do things like this safely. I even did ballet dancing and sports to add more skills to my arsenal.
After stretching, I stand there looking out the window for a second and then I close my eyes, inhale and exhale.
Edith is confused until she realizes what I'm about to do and her eyes widen, "W-Wait, Sir! Are you sure you want to do this?! It's dangerou-" she tries to convince me with urgency and nervousness but I cut her off,
"Trust me, I'll be fine!" I then step back a bit and then stand there for a moment, I was kind of nervous—but it was overhauled by my overwhelming courage, but then I run towards the window.
And then... the world slows... I cannot hear, or smell, or touch, or taste, or sight. Nothing mattered in that one moment, all that mattered was the feeling, different from the sense of touch. But an ineffable feeling. It was wonderous, liberating, and... exhilarating! A far cry from the boredom of my previous life. This was a new world! One where normalcy was not allowed, and I'm gonna enjoy it as much as I can!
But then I snap back to reality as I realize I'm flying through the air. The wind hitting my skin gracefully, I had to hold on to my hat so it didn't get blown away. I soared through the air for a few moments, enjoying the view of the beautiful city of London and the wonderful feeling of flying through the air, I felt like superman! But then I realized I'm not superman as I start to fall from the sky, but this is what I had trained for. Using my ballet skills I land gracefully on the roof of a building.
I then danced gracefully on said roof. Were people looking at me? Honestly, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention. I was only worried about the feeling, nothing and no one matters.
This is exactly what I wanted, something interesting. I never would have been able to do this in my old life.
"I don't want this to stop..." I think to myself while dancing, "It's just too fun!"
And I then jump off the roof after dancing and jumping from roof to roof, building to building! And it felt... "Perfect..." I say calmly. And after jumping from a few buildings, I reach big ben and then I jump with force and fly all the way up to the bell.
I reach out my hand so I can hold the bars and not fall. I then pull myself up. I then stop for a second and take a breath, that was so scary yet so fun! But then, I look at big ben and for a minute, it wasn't that impressive, but it was worth admiring.
But what was more admiring? The view, the air, the sounds. My senses came back as I admired the scenery greatly, I spread out my arms as I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air and then I look down at the city from this point and it's very beautiful with the morning sun shining brightly on it.
"Yes..." I mutter, "Yes... Yes... YES!!!" I shout loudly, "THIS IS WHAT I WANTED! SOMETHING INTERESTING!"
I was excited and felt truly free from the boredom. But even then I knew—this was only just the beginning.
Paralogue
Edith looks at the open window in shock and confusion, her jaw dropped, trying to process what's happening, "D-D-Did he just...?" She's questioning herself, trying to make sure that what she just saw actually happened.
It took her a while to process the fact that her master just jumped out the window and started gliding across the air, her confusion so potent it almost gave her a headache. She even had to sit down on the edge William's bed for a moment and think,
"He jumped out the window, and started gliding." She repeated in her head multiple times until she finally caught on.
Then she cryptically smirked as she turned to the window, and then pulled out a, tad bit rusty but nevertheless fancy, gold pocket watch from her cleavage.
As she looked at the clock tick, tick, tick... her smirk got wider while still having that softness to it, "We were right," She murmured gently, "he's the one."
Meanwhile... There exists a 6'5" butler with ivory, but slightly pale skin, wearing a Victorian-era London style black suit, with white gloves, and a gold watch on his wrist—as his hair is black and slicked back while his eyes are grey and he wears an expressionless face. He's walking down the fancy hall of the Heinsworth household, the pictures and paintings of the Heinsworth bloodline on the wall glisten under the gold chandeliers, and the expensive artifacts and statues stand out just like the red carpet on the floor with mystical gold designs, from the appearance alone it seems William's grandparents love gold, and the smell was nothing in particular. The butler is patrolling the area until one of the residents calls for assistance, but until then he just listens to his sharp but, because of the carpet, slightly muffled footsteps as he patrols.
As he is continuing with his patrol, he overhears Edith's words... he does not act, but his eyebrow raises for a minute, then he gives a slight smirk that radiates mystery...
Part 3
It was 11:30 AM when my grandparents started scolding me for jumping out the window earlier, but I was remorseless.
"Seriously, William, what is wrong with you?" my grandma asked. She was about 5'7", looked a little more youthful for someone in their 60s-70s, which made her look quite beautiful. Her white hair was put in a bun, and she wore silky, formal clothing. As she wore a black crinoline and bustle dress with black gloves. Both the gloves and the dress had many gold and glittery flower patterns. Why she dressed so fancily in a mundane setting was beyond me. Her silver eyes came close to me as she continued to lecture me with a furious expression and an angry tone.
"What's the big deal? You see I'm perfectly fine," I responded with a smirk. I knew it was wrong but I wanted to see what would happen if I said that instead of apologizing.
"William Jason Heinsworth, you could have died!" she yelled. "I don't ever want to see you do something like that ever again, you hear me?!"
I nodded.
"Or you're grounded, mister! I'm serious!" she said.
This entire time, my grandpa was standing in the background, nodding. His hair and beard were white. His eyes silver. His face looked a bit young—about thirty. He was about six feet tall and wore a black waistcoat with a white shirt underneath, along with black shoes, gloves, and pants. He also had a little gold monocle. He had always been reserved, while my grandma was more outspoken. An introvert and extrovert—a perfect combo. I wondered how that'd work for an old, rich, married couple, though?
"I understand," I said with a straight face, my eyes drooping a little as I sat on the edge of my bed, looking up at my grandma. I felt kind of irritated she had said my full name like that.
"Good," my grandma responded. Then she proceeded to turn to leave the room, my grandpa following after her. After she had left, she muttered to herself, "That boy, about to give me a heart attack," as she then closed the door.
After they had left, I sat in silence, not knowing what to do next. I just stared into oblivion. Then I smirked, "Never had I done something that dangerous and then got scolded for it," I thought. I had done some daring things, but those were small like jumping off not-that-high places when I was a child—like jumping off the swings at school because someone dared me to, then spraining my knee.
After a while of staring into nothingness, I lay back in my bed and stared at the ceiling. Then I took a small nap.
When I woke, I sat up in bed then looked at the clock that was on my wooden desk next to me. It was 8 PM at night on the dot. After seeing that I counted in my head—"Three... Two... One," and as I got to one—a soft tap sounded against my window. I turned. Tap. A pebble lightly struck the glass, tapping out the same faint rhythm. I smirked, then got up from my bed and walked to my window and opened it.
"Yes?" I said to the girl outside my window, on the side of my house.
This girl was attractive—5'9", and seventeen, senior to me by a year. She had stunning purple eyes, and long, curly, brunette hair. She wore a dark purple poet shirt with white cufflinks, and a large black skirt. Oh, and black Victorian era heels, but they couldn't be seen because of the length of her black skirt. This was Olivia Mataell, a friend I met one day while at a bar or pub as they call it here. She has been a nice companion to me ever since. She looked up at me, her hands by her sides and a soft smile spread across her face. I knew she was gonna come because every day, at 8 PM sharp, we go to a specific pub and have a good time.
"You know the drill, Heinsworth," she said. "You knew I was coming."
"Ah yes," I responded, "it is that time of the day."
"You should've already been set to go," she lectured.
"Yes, yes, I know, woman," I acknowledged, "I was just asleep, that's all."
"Well you better hurry—make it skippy. I haven't got all the time in the world here," she stated.
"Alright, alright, give me a minute," I said, dragging it out on purpose to slightly annoy her.
"Tick tock, boy," she spoke, keeping her cool after the small stunt I had pulled.
I only sighed and then went back in, so I could change into something stylish. A white poet's shirt, black frock coat, a silky gold scarf patterned with thin black waves, black gloves, black shoes, and black pants. And to top it off—a sharp black top hat with a gold feather in it. After choosing what I wanted to wear, I slicked back my hair, donned the clothes I'd picked out, and threw a black trench coat over my shoulders, and then I got a pipe to smoke on the way.
I grabbed a lighter from my desk, lit the pipe, and pocketed the lighter. After a quick drag and puff, I put a foot on top of the window sill, assertively and proceeded to jump out my window once again, my right hand holding up the pipe, my other in my pocket.
When I landed, Olivia looked me up and down.
"You really know how to style yourself, Heinsworth," she said, smirking.
"I want to look good for the madams." I said, smirking around the pipe.
Olivia just chuckled, "Alright, let's go," she commanded, turning to leave, I followed.
Part 4
Olivia and I walked through the city of London in nightly form, heading to the other side of town. The lightly orange gas-lamp street lights illuminated the darkness of dusk. London looked nice at this time of day, between the beautiful scenery, the pedestrians walking by, the elegant storefronts and shops, and the horse-drawn carriages clapping on the road, the entire scene felt aesthetic, and looked absolutely beautiful. The sky was clear—not a cloud in sight, the moon and stars on full display.
"The town is beautiful tonight," Olivia said calmly.
I nodded.
After a slightly long silence, Olivia inquired, "So, what did you do today?"
"Terrible attempt at small talk." I responded.
Olivia giggled. "At least I tried," she said, then continued, "A for effort?"
"Sure," I said.
Olivia looks up to the sky while walking. "I wonder," she said.
My eyebrow raised with a, "Hm?" accompanying it.
"Is there a world beyond the stars?" she thought out loud.
"Maybe," I answered, then looked up to the sky as well, "My dad always said to always keep an open mind—there may be those beyond our comprehension."
"I see," Olivia responded.
"Whether he's right or not, we'll have to see," I said.
"Yes we will," Olivia agreed.
After a few minutes of walking and chatting, we made it. There it was, Arcania Pub. The outside looked like any average Victorian‑Era London pub—nothing special. But it did have a pretty big diamond mounted above the entrance. The owner's prized possession, he'd found it while fishing in a lake. No one knows where it came from, but he refused every offer and put it on display for everyone to see. Whenever a staff member or customer comes out and says, "Cheers to the prized jewel!" they're talking about that diamond—and you're supposed to toast it. Fun tradition, in my opinion. Very entertaining.
"Alright, we're here!" I said enthused.
Olivia gave me a gentle, half-lidded smile before turning toward the pub.
I stepped forward, held the door open, and said, "Ladies first."
"Oh, yes, right," she said, stepping aside.
I shot her a look of quiet disdain, then stepped inside, with Olivia not far behind me.
I shouted, "Guess who's here!"
The entire pub cheered, raising their glasses.
Olivia and I walked over to the front counter.
Charles, the bartender—in his black trousers and a waistcoat, sporting a handlebar mustache, sleek hair, and monocle—asked, "Ah, yes, Heinsworth and Mataell. What can I get for you today? The usual beer and vodka, I presume?"
Olivia and I nodded.
"Splendid," Charles said. "Coming right up." He turned to go make our drinks. Charles was always an unfailingly polite guy.
The interior of the pub was quite beautiful. A crystal chandelier hung overhead, illuminating the place, with a few tables and chairs laid out across the complex. The floor was a rough red carpet designed with pastel colored flowers—instead of the usual wood. There were a few windows here and there, draped in red curtains. There were even a couple of paintings lining the walls. The whole place had a refined charm, something I appreciated every time I came. In my previous life, bars were either gritty clubs or rough‑and‑tumble saloons—never this elegant. The beautiful but slightly distorted piano track in the back of the bar made this scene seem all the more elegant.
"So the popular kids come to school once again," said a tall, attractive woman in a dark‑rose Victorian walking suit—hazel‑eyed, her hair braided, and wearing a tailored fedora adorned with black‑rose motifs—appeared in the seat next to mine. She swirled her glass of wine with a smirk plastered on her face.
"You're just mad you're not young and beautiful like us." I said.
"What a crude response," she said dramatically. "You should learn to respect your elders."
That was Criel Veinall—a semi‑noble widow nearing forty who drowned her troubles in wine, hence her constant presence here. Despite her years, she looked remarkably youthful, yet mature—something that always made me wonder why no one in this world ever seemed to age.
Charles brought us our drinks. Olivia got the beer, and I got the vodka.
Beer and wine were too common, so I always picked vodka. Even then, I'd ask Charles, "Any new flavors or types of alcohol?"
"Not at the moment, Mr. Heinsworth," he replied with a chuckle, somehow he never tired of my questions.
"May I inquire on why you ask that same question, Heinsworth?" Olivia asked.
"I'm always open to trying something new," I answered.
"Yes, yes," Olivia said. "Always disgusted by the mundane."
"You know me too well," I responded.
I stood atop the counter and raised my glass, "A toast to everyone in this fine establishment!"
Everyone else raised their glasses and cheered.
As I lifted the glass, something hit me—chaotic and overwhelming. My vision blurred, and my mind tricked my body into sensations as varied as drifting through space and drowning beneath waves. Images of entropy flickered across my vision—fractured, nonsensical, disordered. There was more to it but it got so bad the feeling was inexplicable.
I froze, the glass slipping from my fingers as I toppled off the counter. In that moment, I saw him, a man in a black Victorian trench coat and top hat, his dark-blue hair cropped short. He was tall, a white mask concealing his features—one black eye painted in the center and black vines curling at its edges. The man was leaving out the back. His gaze met mine for a heartbeat before he slipped away through the back door—unnoticed by anyone too busy watching me collapse.
Epilogue
The world is more that what one thinks it is,
reality could be a lie and people still say it is true.
It could make those who know the truth disappointed.
For I say reality is not set in stone, it is malleable!
The world being clay and those who know the truth being the artists,
with everyone else seeing the final product.
"I could never do something like that!" they say, but they can!
They do not even think beyond what they know.
Open minds do not exist anymore.
You must expand your mind.
EXPAND YOUR MIND!
Do not listen to the scientists or religious,
for they don't even know what they are talking about.
They do not know the truth of the world, all they say is conjecture!
Do not allow theories to deceive,
search for truth.
That, my friend, is a lesson worth cherishing.