"Are you serious? Theodore, you know that the dimension of anticipation exceeds every spiritual, non-spatiotemporal, abstract concept of higher dimensions. For each anticipation, one set of infinities is divided and higher infinities are created, with each uncountable infinity becoming absolutely eternal, even exceeding absolute infinity itself while self-prodigious. Are you sure? It is beyond suicidal madness! I would not suggest that!" she warns him in his mind while she casually smiles and talks to him in the external world, unnoticed from inside.
Meanwhile, the external world wasn't any different from what both Driti and Theodore were cooking up.
Humans present in the museum are not limited to any dual minor dimension but are higher dimensional in construct, framework, and existence.
Even if in the physical dimension they are limited to numbering dimensions, structures, and planes of existence, every living being, humans, self-existence-acknowledging entities, constructs, living beings, and concepts possesses different, higher, and qualitatively exceeding conceptual dimensions, causal structure-altered dimensions, and perception-based dimensions.
Some people, some children, wrap themselves through the numbered physical dimensional spaces to move quickly. But nobody gives any heed to it; it is VERY common there.
The reason for physical fourth-dimensional, fifth-dimensional beings, and higher dimensional beings wandering with no heed is that any being, entity, or structure that shows signs of life can feel an emotion beyond its reality's bounds.
That emotion breaks the conventional limit of reality, causing the ascendance of the respective subject to a higher dimension from base dimensionality. Or the ascendance can happen through feeling a certain emotion that breaks reality's limits, causing the ascendance of a subject.
No other shortcuts or generational shards or anything else will ever cause the ascendance of a subject unless it's from a subject completely transcendent and must be beyond even the meaning of 'unknown' itself.
If not, the power gained by any shortcut is just equal to a small ripple in stagnant infinite water; it will never lead to transcendence. That is why the population of Earth, of this universe is scattered with higher dimensional beings. Only newborns are born as three-dimensional but their transcendence of dimensionality purely depends on the subject's choices.
That is why any least-grown subject, through life, will at least transcend to the fourth or fifth dimension. Some may even reach the sixth or seventh dimension and beyond.
In this universe, the number of fourth-dimensional subjects is 15%, fifth-dimensional subjects is 25%, sixth-dimensional subjects is 20%, seventh-dimensional subjects is 15%, eighth-dimensional subjects is 10%, and ninth- to tenth-dimensional subjects is 10% (with ninth-dimensional being 6% and tenth-dimensional subjects being 4%). Eleventh to twelfth-dimensional subjects are 3% (with 1.7% being eleventh-dimensional and 1.3% being twelfth-dimensional), 1% of subjects are twelfth-dimensional to finite layered, 0.5% of subjects are infinite-dimensional, and 0.5% vary from transcended dimensionality to transcended concepts or even non-concepts, or even beyond non-concepts, which is strictly beyond 'can't be conceptualized' or 'meaning' or 'framework' or 'network' or 'comprehension' including, in different universes, the numbers are varied.
"This is actually hiding a marvelous history…" Theodore explained to Driti, smiling and remaining casually close. "Yes, I am damn sure of what I am doing! Since the dimension of anticipation has its variations." he replied firmly in his mind.
Driti was firm and a bit loud, "But what I talked about is the bare minimum chaotic expansion of a regular dimension of anticipation… Fine… I am doing it." she sighed.
In her mind, Driti closed her eyes and expanded her inner conscience, then spawned herself into the dimension of anticipation. Chains of bubbles exponentially increased, outstanding every platonic and perspective concept of higher dimensions.
For each anticipation, one set of infinities was divided and higher infinities were created, with each uncountable infinity of absolute eternal infinities including and exceeding absolute infinity itself, while self-exceeding.
Even if each anticipation actually exceeded abstractness, for Driti, each anticipation was a bloodied thread, dripping and dividing into higher infinity exceeders, which do not depend on the ontological concept of size and measurement on any plane of existence but exceed them.
She stood there, separated from her own chaotic anticipation so that she would not be entirely erased. She stretched her arms, relaxed, then crossed her arms and stretched backward above her shoulders, reaching her back. Her nails dug enough for powder-like essence to leak, which she extracted and then threw into the forming chaotic anticipation.
She walked back slowly, exiting her dimension of anticipation while her essence leaked around. This dimension exists for everyone and everything that acknowledges its existence as being/non-being, beyond hierarchies, and is vulnerable to activation under critical circumstances of mental or physical state as well.
"Next depends on your move, Theodore…" she said in thought. Meanwhile, their exterior selves did not acknowledge it, as the dimension of anticipation exists beyond the comprehension of exterior thoughts.
Theodore's internal existence understood that Driti had just thrown a certain memory into her anticipation dimension. The internal self of Theodore closed his eyes and opened his dimension of perception.
There, the incomprehensibly uncountable absolute infinity of perception of the museum expanded with each higher infinity of ontologies and exceeded them. He jumped into the expanding perceptions, swimming fast enough to phase through each absolute infinity-exceeding perception, which is formless.
But as the perception represented Theodore's mental realm, it was round in shape with a crystal-grey, void-colored hue.
That shape was nothing but a manifestation of how Theodore viewed his perception, not even actuality or how perception can be viewed, as perception exceeds abstractness in the dimensions of perception.
Theodore unlocked each perception unconsciously while his exterior self had no idea what he was up to. He swam through ideas, where each unending outcome occurred. The outcomes released from his internal, abstractness-exceeding self were truly warning Theodore.
Driti stood in her dimension of anticipation, striving not to think of anything, yet she began to bleed her self-exceeding abstract existence.
Her anticipation split, again and again, until meaning collapsed.She didn't move. The ultimatums moved around her.
As heavy and defying as the all-exceptional superiors cracking upon her, she kneeled down, and by that conceptual movement, she shattered the absolute infinity of ontological and epistemic outrunning anticipations. She stood up, aware that even movement could cause another anticipation. She grinned, "Not now…"
She straightened, flexing her spine against the anticipation while her essence itself bled. Her elegant kurta of Abstractness slowly tore apart, being divided into another uncountable absolute infinity of eternal layers.
She brought her arms close, crossing one over another, then grinned wickedly in mockery…
That movement itself caused layers of anticipation to bear heavily upon her, threatening to transform her into the complete opposite of existence.
With a life choking breathe, she could feel her turning into a part of her own dimension which she opened, her life is flashing in right before eyes, blood, massacre, explosions, sounds of bone crushing, cannibalistic scavengers tearing livings beings apart and brutally eating them alive; indiscriminately, woman in white assassin robe of 10th century, bloodied and covered in blood and dust of vengeance.
The sword that is silent than the blowing wind which symbolized silent itself.
She coughed an infinite amount of life essence from her, yet there left a lot to be unscathed off which will cause her end.
"....MAVRI TRIPYAT… ALL SEEING EYE, ERODE WITHIN FUEL OF UNRAVELLING SCYTHE…. DIMENSION…"
Her life essence bled; she was being choked, bleeding life essence from eyes,
"OF SILENCE!!!!!!"
She screamed and fell down…
The unending, exceeding qualifiers of infinite ultimatums were eating her alive.