"Yo, Theo, I'm leaving for a date with my girl. I'll see you by dinner!" Reji declared. He wore a green denim striped jacket with a hoodie covering half of his arms up to his elbows. He wore whitish-grey pants that matched the jacket, and the lingering scent of Terra Earth surrounded him. Grey sneakers with green stripes completed the coordination of his outfit. His striking athletic physique, tall stature, trimmed facial hair, and glowing aura captivated both Driti and Theodore.
Driti's old habit emerged in her, to observe and deduce, she observed Reji and thought, "A date? And he sure looks fabulous in that outfit. It's as if he's giving his best possible form and presence for his girl. That means he wants to keep both himself and her at their best... Both Theodore and Reji are dealing with matters beyond comprehension. In between, love? Then Reji really loves her. The chance of him being a cheater is minimal, by their professional code. As expected from someone like him who cooks, cleans, handles himself, and spends moments for others with a good sense of humor. Also... what must Theodore be thinking?"
She looked toward Theodore's direction but found he wasn't there.
"Are you singing to me, boy? 'Cause I'll flood a ton if you stand here another second." Theodore whispered in a baritone, deepening his voice as he said it directly into Reji's ear, grinning.
Reji just stood silently, as if he'd heard nothing. Driti watched them while he calmed down and said, "No, that's not possible."
Reji grinned and sent a silent telepathic message to Theodore, "Oh come on! You've got a girlfriend for the first time, huh? You don't keep women around, so why her so much? You could just delete her after collecting her information!"
Theodore flushed, taken aback by the question, and yelled, leaning close to whisper into Reji's ear, "What the fuck, dude? She's our variable to understand this chaos. I don't... love her... puddle head… She is a necessity to understand the impossibility, after that asteroid shall hit her, as if I care for her!"
"Oh, I don't think, baby-girl. Don't lie to me!" Reji said lowly, grinning.
Theodore looked at Driti, who just stared at them, in her mind, she is confused of this sudden shift of behavior in both of them, "What the...?"
"Um, well, Driti, I have work—I mean, since we need to find what caused that manor incident and why the shard is related to an entity alleged as 'Prakash' by your statement. Mind coming with me to do the job?" Theodore asked as he approached his drawer and took out a few instruments.
Reji looked at Theodore and smiled, sighing. "Bye, Driti. Bye, bro." He closed the door and started to walk out.
"Ah, um, yeah, I will…" she replied to Theodore's question.
Theodore put on a Tuma T-shirt, loose fluffy pants, and sneakers, fixed his large hair, and grabbed his keys.
"Let's go," he said.
He walked out and Driti followed, "Well, I want you to listen to me, but also, I want to know if you saw anything unusual when 'Prakash' arrived, or before his arrival. Don't be paranoid, Driti, I repeat, don't be paranoid, especially about inconsistencies."
Theodore spoke as they walked.
"We should catch a bus and then head to the Hill Palace Museum to investigate further."
Driti nodded.
"But why the Hill Palace Museum?" she asked.
A bus arrived suddenly from afar. He boarded, and so did Driti.
"Sit here…" Theodore said.
Driti moved to the window corner of the double seat, taking one for herself. Theodore sat beside her.
"The reason we're investigating the Hill Palace Museum instead of the manor where you lived for twenty years is that we won't find anything there. But a suspicious IIB agent I met today was heading in that direction," he replied softly to her roadside question.
"But do you have any proof of the connection or indirect link between them?" she asked.
Theodore barely looked at her as he spoke, multitasking in his mind, which he truly was.
"Of course not. That's why we're going there. A snake master was murdered, and his life essence, the soul, was dragged into the abyss by a reptilian scaled body, likely an Overvoid serpent or something I might not have even covered…"
Driti's curiosity piqued. She asked genuinely, "Isn't the Overvoid serpent a myth? Even in both the ghost and human realms, it's deemed a myth. The serpent is said to exceed conceptions, not only physical but abstract existence within higher planes of reality and is considered totally negligible… right?"
Theodore looked at her firmly, "No… that's false. I've faced it and sealed one inside the Cazathorian Realm."
She was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it weak then? You said no…"
Theodore smiled. "When I said no, I meant it's not a myth, and also, it's not merely an abstract exceeding subject either. The Cazathorian Realm is a realm of pure non-existence, absolutely meaningless, and never makes meaning at all, even ontologically and logically. Anything existing there loses its ultimate meaning into the oblivion of the surreal.
Anything, even if it exceeds abstractness, conception, analogy, ontology, semantic, psychological qualitative superiority constraints, like the laws of logical thought, are still exceeded unfathomably in the Cazathorian Realm. When you're present there, you cannot even spell its name because the term 'Cazathorian' is a mere tag; I can't even actualize its ontology."
Theodore said calmly, bewildered by it all.
Driti looked up, blinked slowly, then looked down and asked, "So, how did you seal that?"
Clearing his throat, Theodore began,
"The only possible way to counter and contain it is literally impossible, though it's key to the Supreme Eldritch, those puppeteers who play with the cosmos, very likely.
And the Overvoid Serpent's myth is just an exaggeration of its tiny power. There are many Overvoid Serpents culminated in 'End Voids,' and End Voids exist as a type of purity that transcends what even nothingness holds as nothingness, the absence of everything.
You know, when I fought it, it was able to alter Trigger Gates and Dimensional Seals. The alteration of both was pure cosmic horror. As it altered them, it spawned an incomprehensible spawning and deletion of multiverses and metaverse branches, not infinite, not transfinite, not even Absolute Infinity, but Incomprehensibility.
Incomprehensibility is something else entirely. In my very perception, as a transcendental insurgent agent, I was horrified: the actual hierarchy of higher verses, metaverses, multiverses, and Hyperverses started to form chaotically, and the previous ones began perishing into infinite sets, beyond the representations of infinities and Absolute Infinity, and many more…
I tried to find the end of these infinities as I trained: aleph, ordinality, cardinality, and even Absolute Infinity. It didn't stop there. Rhetorically? Never! Philosophically? Never! Epistemologically? Never! Incorporable? Nah! Abstract? True Abstract? Nothing compared to that!
Ontologically, logically, semantically, I couldn't track how many chaotic divisions were happening. My own sanity began to deplete. In the last moment of my existence's value, I exploded myself enough to spread across the known higher verses, becoming the essence of everything that existed, exists, and will exist…
I managed to seal the Overvoid Serpent with my non-existent abstract capturer; I call it Diva Gradol. Still... something mocked and drained me, even though I was the essence of everything present in the known cosmos. That one principle of spawning laughed at me, pitied me. I understand— no, I didn't, I couldn't, not even feel, but all I know is that it exists in my perception, never reality, yet could affect being and non-being, reality, possibility, including impossibilities.
The only meaning we can give to it, an understatement: it was looking down on everything it witnessed. I named it… not because I understand or feel it in any way, possible or impossible, but because I needed to address what it is if my superior asks me.
So… I call it THE PRINCIPLE OF INCOMPREHENSIBILITY…
I was always confused about how causality, which actually forces these foundational particles and maintains them in sequence, manages to govern them without turning everything upside down, because Trigger Gates and Dimensional Seals scale above every superior qualitative, is self-sufficient, yet it seems impossible, even illogical for causality to govern them. Not now…"
He explained slowly.