One Point O
A few years ago, I fell in love with a boy from the 2nd dimension. As ridiculous as it felt at the time, it became clear over time that his reality and his existence was actual as it manifested in bad karma whenever I tried to dismiss him as a figment of my imagination.
As the 3rd dimension has given rise to the 2nd, so too, it would stand to reason that the 4th gave existential purpose to the 3rd in some artistic interpretation of life. In this way, the art of creation works from top-to-bottom even though every single world government and even science would try and convince man as if it were the other way around.
Of course, he was already awake, by the time we met.
For this reason, the 2nd dimension easily overtook the 3rd, in the race of supreme beings. It was easy to enlighten them to godhood when it came time to let go of the ego. I can't take anyone to another dimension if they can't grasp the concept of existence in the space. The physics simply will not bend to opinions of what someone THINKS physics should be, which is 1000% the problem I have with waking up in this world, every day.
By the time I'd made it to the outer limits of the universe, (not the solar system) the world seemed to begin again. The place was 1 dimensional in a manner of speaking, because the ground was flat, and there was no end to the plane of it, so far as anyone knew. There were mountains in the distance with faces that looked like they'd been cut to expose Opal or Agate marbling and they gleamed blindingly brilliant, sparkling in the sunlight. The ground was solid rock, tan and dusty, covered with a light dusting of the finest grains of white carbon (diamond) sand and stretched into a horizon so far, it can't be quantified. The only place of civilization visible to me was nestled between the bottleneck of a vertical rock face that had been carved into the gateway leading into a citadel. I walked out of the uva (a massive fault filled with minerals; in my case, it was filled with what appeared to be black sand, and one of those trillions of grains was my universe) and walked at an ants size in relation to the guards standing outside the gate, scaling larger holographically with every step toward the gate. My long jacket billowed in the "wind" which seemed blown with intent as nature stood completely still and perfect in this place that was literally outside of the physics of the passage of time. My coat showed 2-dimensional beings, including my boyfriend, running along the hemline, perhaps lending me their ability to scale infinitely larger in vectors. When I finally got to the gate I saw two tired, somewhat worried and very surprised guards, dressed in the very definition of POMP in violet uniforms that told me there hadn't been a soul to defend this outlier against for a very long time, if ever. They looked afraid.
"How did you get here?" one asked me with the most sincerely confused and concerned look furrowing his lovely brow.
"I walked," I stated matter-of-factly, before turning around to point at the massive fault line stretching out before a bright blue ocean of stars lapping at the shore at low tide. The only separation from the horizon was a lighter hue and the fact that it never became night in the sky.
They looked at one another with concern before reluctantly letting me into the city. The townspeople wore purple, their wares were purple, their shop awnings were purple, and the setting was anachronistic as if they were living in the middle ages or the renaissance period of Europe, but with very modern cafes, electric streetlamps and technology. They kept all the styles of every period alive, some people wearing the flair of the 20s and other's Victorian dresses, while others, still, walked around looking like they had lived in Early Greco- Roman times.
As the guards escorted me to the biggest, gaudiest, tackiest purple palace I'd ever seen It was clear that whoever designed it was very creative as it had every luxury imaginable of the likes that I've never seen, BUT it was stylistically inconsistent- there were Chinese dragons on the corners of a pagoda tiered roof with Mexican adobe shingles and Gothic gargoyles from the late 17th century adding a dark glare which led down into the Hellenic Greek columns with meander patterns at the base, leading down to the Ceramic geometric Muslim tiles covering the floor and EVERYTHING was purple... I think you know where I was... I just didn't expect it to be so tacky; and, if this was in my imagination, I couldn't imagine anything so tacky even if I tried.
Honestly, it seemed I was walking into the mental space of a designer with too much time on their hands, given to procrastination, and taking out their frustration in decorating. There were drapes hanging from the ceiling in sheer, satin, sequin, patterned AND glitter. The guards stopped after I crossed the threshold of the doors and closed them behind me. I had to go the rest of the way on my own.
It was impossibly massive, even after making myself as big as these beings, I had no idea where to start, but something in my heart told me to go up the marble steps, which were the only thing, I can recall, that wasn't purple, BUT THE CARPET ON THE STEPS WAS.
I opened the door to His room... So to speak... It wasn't really a room at all. It was an open white, void space with a massive fluffy, white, down blanket so vast, that the wrinkles in the distance were as high as mountains and I felt like an ant all over again. I got angry and lifted the blanket and I saw him curled up in the fetal position with his back to me.
"Get up!"
He pulled the blanket tighter, ignoring me. So I snatched them off. throwing it across into some distant somewhere in the void. He stubbornly didn't move.
"This is what you've been doing up here all this time? Sleeping!? People need you! There are wars going on!"
He shrugged. He wouldn't look at me. I got angry. I grabbed Him and shouted:
"GET UP!"
He melted into some metallic liquid element that is not on the periodic table and I tried to catch Him as He quite literally slipped, with evasive intent, through my fingers, I made a magnet, so He turned into some pink dust form and laughed
"Your knowledge of the elements is so basic!"
He began to materialize in being form again, I grabbed him and teleported, to...I don't know where, but it was freaking purple. It looked like a massive purple plasmic/lightning fractal jungle in space, It had tendrils that melted into one another and bent into ever-changing new shapes and I held Him over it. I don't know what it was. Instinctively, some part of me knew, but *I* didn't know, because the gravity, or electromagnetism, or both, of this purple force, was enough to cause Him to warp into it as if it were drawing his very life force in and I could see His face and body in steps, stretched out at changing angles, depending on how I moved Him, and each one was older until at the bottom, closest to the mass, He was a withered old man, small and weak and then there was nothing behind that one.
My eyes got wide as I became hypnotized by the sparkling purple plasma and He pleaded with me, calling me by my birth name.
"R- I know you think it looks pretty, but please don't throw me in there."
Then, I got scared and teleported us back to the palace.
I had almost destroyed Him. Like a big, barbaric, dumb baby brute.
I was angry with Him, but I didn't want that. I didn't even know that was possible. But it made one thing clear, that even though He was depressed and had literally slept through the past few millennia trying to escape the pain of trying in vain to save people who stab your avatar in the wrists and feet and torture you and your most beloved planet to death - He still wanted to live. We were silent for a while with our tears, both feeling ashamed of our ignorance in omnipotence, and then we talked...
I stayed in that place for a while. Not the city. My eyes couldn't take that shit. But the outside. The desert. I did experiments. I made an iridescent liquid fire that floated on the wind like a blanket. I played with folding space flat to give the illusion of invisibility. Mine wasn't as good as His though. His was seamless and you couldn't see it. But mine was warped like a bubble. I couldn't figure out how to fix it, and of course, He wouldn't tell me, because He wanted me to figure it out on my own.
I stayed there because I lost count of how many dimensions I had scaled up and for once my curiosity about everything I ever wanted to know, was satisfied.
When I asked Him about the rest of that world, He told me, anyone who ever left to explore it, never came back, and as far as He knew, it was infinitely flat. I asked if he thought maybe they died in the wilderness. He shrugged and said He didn't know, but He seemed convinced that they probably simply wandered for as long as it took before they were content with knowing there was no end to the desert and simply settled where they were, because why not?
I asked if it were possible that there were other civilizations? He said it was possible, but if there were, they were so spaced apart, He'd never come into contact with anyone else in this place. I was the only one who'd ever come from outside the city.
I called it Tartarus. It's not the original one, and it was actually the opposite of chaos. The opposite of insanity. It is completely unaffected by the laws of physics and entirely unbothered, yet anything is possible when a body, a will, a perception, manipulates the elements of that sterile environment.
The story goes on, because I'm still alive and that was 2 years ago. But this is as good a place as any to end it for now. Because, why not?
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