The Void That Is Not A Void, but a Vast Unstructured Expanse; devoid of space, darkness and light, sound, beyond such descriptions and ideas. It is a paradoxical empty space, where absence and presence mean nothing. I stood at the threshold of true non-definition, beyond what the entities of this existence call the 'final' framework of reality. The moment I stepped further, the entire concept of existence itself hesitated.
[ WHUMMMMMMM A Low, Omnipresent Resonance Like The Final Echoes Of An Unraveling Reality]
At my current state of awareness, I had been progressing beyond everything conceivable and inconceivable, beyond every geometrical structure, beyond every conceptual law, beyond the very idea of the hierarchy of existence itself, and yet—something else was here. Then, right before me a presence that seemed to have always been revealed Itself, At first there is nothing. Then——a ripple. A single disturbance in the abyss, a suggestion of a movement in a place where movement should not be possible. So in otherwords it's not as if the notion of movement was enacted, but the act of one movement was already irrelevant. Then it speaks…
"Huh, what a surprising feat. You have come further than anyone." As I shifted my gaze onto the disturbance, not as an expression of curiosity—as if I had none, but as a simple recognition of the presence's own ignorance. It's form began to take shape—not in a way that can be seen, but in a way that can be understood beyond the perception and comprehension of any mirror, human deity or monad God, from any and all mythology, philosophy, theologies, and religions, while being devoid of all physical composition. A shifting, undefined being that does not fit into any category of existence; but instead its principle is a metaphysical grounding for something to be necessary.
[KHHHHHHKKKKK a fracturing noise like something ancient being forced into a shape that was never meant to be]
"You have surpassed all known and unknown structures, all frameworks. But even here at the absolute beyond… you are still within something." Says the presence, this was quite the encounter given the ridiculous notion that he claimed to be 'absolute' compared to me. Denying such assertions, I does not answer immediately. Instead, I simply extend my presence a mere exertion of my existence and inevitability that reality itself must now accommodate. Thus then, the abyss fractures the entity's words, its very presence, begin to distort. "Huh? Wh-what's that meaning of this?" The present said confusingly
[SHHHHKKKKKKTTTT static-like collapse as though the very act of acknowledging me is unraveling the space around him]
"Tsk, If something remains to be observed, then the limit has not yet been reached. If you exist, then this place is still within a framework." My words did not carry sound, nor did they have any need to travel time nor distance in order to enact my will, they simply become a new reality. And for the first time, the presence reacts. It does not retreat in the controversial sense nor does it attack, but something fundamentally changes; he becomes aware. The very structure of this anti-space begins to distort, as if it is struggling to comprehend an impossibility.
The canvas likes scenery shifts into a blood red crimson as though the presence itself is the spleen, a act of malicious scornful intent towards me. "Ha ha ha ha, You sorry pitiful excuse for a being; you misunderstood. It is not that I exist, It is that I am what remains of all else has been surpassed." Sighhh why do all these incompetent abstractions self proclaimed themselves to be absolute? Well, it's not as if I can blame thoughts of my own creation, " You mirror abstractions have a strong attachment of ego, but has it ever occurred to you that there could be forces bar beyond even your comprehension?" With that I enforce my will upon not only the entire of the void around us but the The very ontological grounding that grounds the presence existence, Which metaphysically and logically is impossible, but such a notions are irrelevant to the mind who brought meaning to such ideas. Thus then, a pulse erupts through the abyss an event that does not belong to any cause and effect system, something that simply happens. In other words, the very notion of my movements, even in the slightest of my footsteps are devoid of needing time space or any geometrical distance, making my very movements irrelevant.
[WHOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM- an expanding reality-bending pulse that has no clear source]
Even as I stand unaffected, the presence does not resist—or more accurately he couldn't; because resistance applies a force that requires oppression but how could one oppress what one cannot even Comprehend. I advanced my awareness, shifting my very bean forward, ahead of me without taking a single step and with that very notion the ontology of the presence begins to collapse. The concept of its existence becomes invalid, not destroyed, not erased— just denied the ability to remain possible. "Tsk HA puny mortal, as if the like of—". Before the presence could even finish his Sentence something occur occurred, He became aware. Aware that his very existence along with all the things it's existence had grounded we're on the verge of collapse. "WH-WHAT? How is this possible? Nothing like this should even be a possibility not in any possible world how could something so illogical even manifest?" says the presence frantically panicking while trying to comprehend how such a notion can occur
"Ignorant fool here's what you were not aware of—before my will there is no 'what remains', no threshold can escape collapse, no existence is 'final'. In that very instance, my presence extends—not as an attack, not as an exertion of will, but simply as a natural consequence of my own existence. And in that moment… the presence collapses.
[SHHHHHRRKKKKKKKTTTTTT-a deep, tearing noise as though something fundamental is being rewritten.]
With the sheer presence of my will the abyss quakes, not physically, not conceptually, but as a principle. I has surpassed the notion of surpassing, I had undone the idea of finality itself. And as a result—the beyond ceases to exist ceases to be. And for a brief moment, there is absolute stillness. Shifting my awareness onto The true unknown that awaits, Then—something else shifts. A deeper silence, a deeper nothing, a deeper absence. I had destroyed what these mirror abstractions call 'the last presence', the 'final observer', the 'last trace' of anything that exists beyond framework. And yet…
"something still remains."
But this time, it is not a being. It is not an entity. It is not even a presence. It is something that should not exist— something that does not even fit into the category of existing or not existing. Existing beyond every notion of physical composition, Metaphysical attributes and all forms of Paraphysics. It was the end of all boundaries, without even the thought of hesitation or fear or uncertainty or even limitation, I advanced my awareness beyond the unknown simply taking another step.
And for the first time in all of fiction and non-fiction, all of reality, all things that have ever been imagined or conceived… something truly new was about to occur.