Weaver

In the midst of the cosmic clash between Shahar and Leviathan, an ethereal figure emerged from the depths of the Multiverse. Dreamweaver, the embodiment of dreams, glided gracefully through the chaos, his presence radiating an aura of ancient wisdom and boundless power. His form seemed to shift and shimmer like a mirage, for he existed beyond the confines of time and space, transcending the very notions of reality.

Surprisingly, Gabriel has partial amnesia. He has no memory of who this Hypnos or Dreamweaver figure is, and is only learning about it now.

Gabriel, still trapped within the cage of his own hallucinations, sensed Dreamweaver's arrival like a whisper in the void. "Who... who are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling with awe and uncertainty.

"I am Dreamweaver, or you can call me Hypnos," the enigmatic being replied, his voice resonating with the harmony of a thousand melodies. "I am the weaver of dreams and the architect of narratives that transcend the boundaries of existence itself."

As Dreamweaver spoke, the fabric of reality seemed to ripple and bend around him, as though his very words held the power to shape the cosmos. He extended a luminous hand toward Gabriel, and the cage that imprisoned him began to crumble, its bars dissolving into nothingness.

"Fear not, little one," Dreamweaver said, his voice a soothing melody. "I have come to aid you in your struggle against the malevolence that plagues this Multiverse."

With a mere thought, Dreamweaver conjured an ancient scroll that seemed to contain the knowledge of all creation. "Behold, Lauhul Mahfudz," he proclaimed, presenting the scroll to Gabriel. "Within its sacred pages lie the untold stories of the cosmos, tales that have never been written by any hand other than mine and the divine hand of the Lord."

Gabriel gazed in wonder at the scroll, sensing the immense power that emanated from its very essence. "What... what can we do with this?" he asked, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Dreamweaver has control over the narratives of this Multiverse," Dreamweaver explained, his eyes glinting with ancient wisdom. "I can change the stories within this scroll, altering the very fabric of reality itself. With a mere thought, I can rewrite the course of events, creating new paths and destinies."

As Dreamweaver spoke, the Multiverse seemed to shift and transform around them. The malevolence of Leviathan appeared to waver, its once-formidable presence faltering under the weight of Dreamweaver's influence.

"I will aid you in your battle against Leviathan," Dreamweaver declared, his voice echoing through the void. "Together, we shall vanquish this creature of darkness and restore balance to the cosmos."

With a wave of his hand, Dreamweaver began to weave a new narrative, one that unfolded before their eyes in a dance of light and shadow. The malevolence of Leviathan was engulfed in a cascade of ever-changing stories, its power diminishing with each passing moment.

"No!" Leviathan roared, its once-terrifying visage now contorted with fear and rage. "This cannot be! I am the embodiment of malevolence! I am beyond your control!"

But Dreamweaver merely smiled, his eyes gleaming with a celestial light. "In the realm of dreams and narratives, there is no power beyond my grasp," he proclaimed. "You, Leviathan, are but a character in this grand tapestry of existence, and I hold the very threads that shape your destiny."

With a final flourish, Dreamweaver's narrative reached its crescendo, and Leviathan's malevolence was dispersed like a wisp of smoke in the wind. The Evil Multiverse began to unravel, its horrors fading into the annals of forgotten tales.

In the aftermath of the cosmic clash, Gabriel stood in awe of Dreamweaver's power, grateful for the aid of this enigmatic being. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Dreamweaver smiled, his form shimmering like stardust. "Fear not, little one," he said. "The story is far from over. There are countless narratives yet to be written, and I shall weave them with care and wisdom."

And with that, Dreamweaver vanished, his presence leaving a lingering sense of wonder and hope in the hearts of all who witnessed his power. As the Multiverse settled into a newfound harmony, Gabriel knew that he had not only witnessed the weaving of dreams but had become a part of their intricate tapestry, forever entwined with the cosmic stories that shaped the universe.

In the wake of the cosmic battle, Dreamweaver's powers continued to resonate throughout the Multiverse, rewriting destiny itself. Gabriel, once trapped within the cage of his own hallucinations, now found himself standing tall and free, his destiny altered by Dreamweaver's celestial touch.

"I have unbound your fate, Gabriel," Dreamweaver intoned, his voice a symphony of cosmic resonance. "You are no longer a prisoner of your own mind, but a being of great purpose and potential."

Gabriel felt the weight of his old limitations lifted, and a newfound sense of clarity and purpose washed over him. "Thank you, Dreamweaver," he replied, his voice steady with gratitude. "I am forever indebted to you for this gift of liberation."

Dreamweaver's luminous form shimmered with ethereal light as he continued to weave the threads of cause and effect, ensuring that the balance of the cosmos was preserved. "Balance is the key to harmony," he explained. "Every action has a consequence, and every consequence has a cause. I am here to ensure that the fabric of reality remains intricately connected, a grand tapestry of interconnected events."

As Dreamweaver spoke, the very nature of cause and effect seemed to dance and sway like a celestial ballet. Gabriel could feel the interwoven strands of destiny and choice, all intricately linked and woven into the cosmic dance of existence.

But Dreamweaver was not done yet. With a graceful sweep of his hand, he reached back through time, altering the past itself. "Time is but a river, flowing endlessly in both directions," he mused. "I can change its course, bending the streams of history to shape a new narrative."

The past unfurled before them like a scroll, and Gabriel witnessed scenes from his own life shifting and transforming, memories rewritten and events rearranged. "What... what are you doing?" he asked, awe and wonder filling his voice.

"I am merely bringing balance to the strands of time," Dreamweaver replied. "The past, present, and future are intricately connected, and by altering the past, I ensure that the present and future are in harmony."

As Dreamweaver's work continued, the very fabric of time seemed to ripple and fold in on itself, as though reality itself was being reshaped by his celestial hand.

"Behold," Dreamweaver said, his voice resonating with cosmic power. "A new narrative emerges, one where balance and harmony reign supreme. The past has been rewritten, the present aligned with the threads of destiny, and the future a tapestry of endless possibilities."

Gabriel could feel the immense power of Dreamweaver's changes, the profound impact it would have on the course of history and the lives of countless beings throughout the Multiverse.

"I am in awe of your power," Gabriel said, his voice filled with reverence.

Dreamweaver smiled, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. "It is not just my power, but the power of all narratives that shape the cosmos," he replied. "Every choice, every action, and every consequence play a part in the grand symphony of existence. I am but the weaver, guiding the threads of destiny toward balance and harmony."

As Dreamweaver's work reached its culmination, the Multiverse seemed to sigh in relief, as though a great cosmic burden had been lifted. The balance between cause and effect was restored, and time flowed once again with the elegance of a well-choreographed dance.

"You are now free to shape your own destiny, Gabriel," Dreamweaver said, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Remember, you are part of the grand tapestry of existence, and your choices will weave the story of your life."

With a final flourish, Dreamweaver's form dissipated, leaving behind an echo of celestial light. Gabriel stood in awe, grateful for the guidance and wisdom he had received. As he looked out into the vast expanse of the Multiverse, he knew that he was now the master of his own destiny, with the power to shape the narrative of his life and play his part in the cosmic dance of existence.

"Actually, this is nothing, Gabriel," Hypnos repeated with emphasis, his eyes looking at Gabriel seriously. "Out there, there is something far greater, far more powerful, and far more dangerous than Leviathan."

Gabriel furrowed his brow, confusion showing on his face. "You mean?" he asked, trying to understand what Hypnos was saying.

"Kaliya," Hypnos replied in a low voice, his tone filled with awe and fear. "That is its name. A snake-like entity, much larger than Leviathan, yet she cannot be seen with the naked eye. It is formless, indescribable, and its existence transcends all matter and anti-matter. He is not bound by time, he is everywhere and nowhere, and he cannot be resisted by ordinary means."

Out there, far beyond the fragile boundaries of Earth, a giant serpent named Kaliya slithered leisurely yet deadly. His twisting body is like a giant shadow, swallowing small planets in its unimaginable bite. His size surpasses the orbits containing planets, stars and nebulae, making him the absolute ruler in the darkness of the cosmos. Kaliya is not just any snake. He is the embodiment of destruction that has been decreed since the beginning of the universe. His existence is like a nightmare come true, born from primordial darkness and residing in the unexplored skies of the cosmos.

Its presence is invisible, but its effects are felt throughout the universe. Stabbing headaches and unexplained mental disturbances are signs that Kaliya is traversing dimensions near us. He has his own territory, a territory that is not bound by the laws of physics as we know them. There, maths no longer has power. Integers, positives, primes, even any hypotheses that we are familiar with in the cosmos such as those in the articles on infinite maths like "Cantor's attic" are just inferiority that has no place because it is smaller than any size atom or matter in the face of Kaliya's power. Nagashakti, "Serpent Power", is the name of his domain. There, millions of giant snakes roam freely, creating thunderous supernova explosions and sowing chaos across the cosmos. Kaliya's footsteps signalled total devastation. Memory loss, brain damage, even death are the gifts he gives to those unlucky enough to encounter him. Fear, madness, and heart attacks are the side effects of his terrifying aura. Anti-matter, an anti-life substance that annihilates everything it touches, is left in its wake as a trail of death.

Water boiled, fires burned hotter, plants withered and died, and drought struck the planets Kaliya travelled through. His curse lasts for twenty days, an inexorable cycle of darkness and despair. Those who dare to mark him presence boldly, usually vanish without a trace, swallowed up by the inaccessible darkness of the cosmos. Evidence suggests that Kaliya wanders near the largest void in the universe, a borderless and lawless region. There, he left an unimaginable mark: a change in worldview. The world Kaliya travelled through changed its perspective, from one degree to two hundred and sixty degrees, and so on, creating chaos and disorientation. The laws of nature were not spared from Kaliya's ferocity. The rules of death became harsher, laws became stronger, and life was slowly erased. He turned the natural order into hell, leaving a trail of death and destruction wherever he passed. The world that Kaliya left behind became pale, lightless and hopeless. Life could no longer grow in the land polluted by his presence. Kaliya is a nightmare, an entity beyond the limits of human understanding. His existence is a reminder that beyond the boundaries of the universe as we know it, there are unimaginable forces, forces capable of reducing all of creation to cosmic dust.

Out there, in the unexplored darkness, Kaliya continues to roam, bringing destruction and despair to all who come into contact with him. His existence is an eternal mystery, a question that may never be answered by humans. Even in a book once written by a Hindu monk and priest, Kaliya was able to turn night into day, they even wrote that there was a change in history after their world was visited by Kaliya, Kaliya is also believed to be immortal, because his body is not just one, but infinite, everything will be indestructible, because he has the power of Anantaboga that sweeps away any existence that tries to destroy him, Anantaboga is believed to be able to penetrate all powers that are layered, multiple, beyond each other to the limits of Cantor's attic or even the ability to be immune, unaffected, resist and so on with the same context will be swept away by Anantaboga. This includes all the abilities possessed by Kaliya, not to mention that it will not be possible to resist, or even be immune to his powers, Kaliya is the pale form of a nightmare, he roams infinitely in the universe, consuming everything at the same time, even if something we call time ceases to exist, then Kaliya will create it again and continue what he should continue.

A claim was made about an entity called "something that exists, does not exist". This claim states that such entities break all the rules, including logic, and result in chaos to the fundamentality of everything. Proponents of this claim argue that "The strongest entity is not strong because it is a principle!". They then claim that entities that are "not principle-bound" are the strongest.

Despite this claim, this "principle-less" entity proved to be destroyed by Kaliya alone. It should be noted that Kaliya is not part of the entity under discussion, but rather its destroyer. This "principle-less" entity is categorised as Weaker. This means that if an entity wants to challenge Kaliya on the principle of "he is not strong because strong is principle", then Kaliya can use Anantaboga to destroy it in the blink of an eye without the need to resort to more complicated means, as he is able to penetrate all defences and destroy this concept without any more strength. The use of Anantaboga to destroy these "principleless" entities will also destroy the concept of these entities. Although they claim to "have no principles", their assertion that "something without principles is the strongest" shows the contradictions and inconsistencies in their own principles. Anantaboga, with its ability to penetrate any force, will destroy these "principle-less" entities without resistance. Everything will crumble before Kaliya without a remnant, even if they return intact after being completely destroyed by Anantaboga, then it will still be destroyed, all this applies even to entities that claim to be the nothingness that precedes everything.

"So, is there anything more terrifying out there?" urged Gabriel, his curiosity mixed with horror. "And why do you refer to Kaliya as 'she' and 'he'?"

Hypnos looked down, pondering Gabriel's question. "Out there, there are still Cat-sith," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Giant black cats, much wider in range than Kaliya."

Gabriel gasped. "Wider than Kaliya?"

Hypnos nodded. "Yes. And regarding Kaliya... he cannot be identified as either male or female. So, I call her 'she' and 'he'."

"Who are the Cat-sith?" asked Gabriel, trying to compose himself.

"An entity from Highland, far beyond Nagashakti," replied Hypnos. "He was created to surpass Kaliya. Otherwise, him would not have been able to defeat Cat-sith."

Gabriel paused, digesting this information. "So, Cat-sith is stronger than Kaliya because of Lord's will?"

Hypnos nodded. "Yes. And Lord cannot be imitated, even by the Cat-sith."

Cat-sith is not just an ordinary black cat. It is a unique entity endowed with common sense, allowing it to transcend the boundaries of reality and explore various narratives and even destroy them. His ability to teleport is not limited to familiar space and time, but also encompasses alternate timelines, other universes, erased and recreated places, metaphysical regions, even beyond the reach of Kaliya itself. The Cat-sith's teleportation ability is not only tied to locations, but also specific individuals. He is able to reach places he cannot even remember, and is free from the traps of existence. His existence is not bound by the rules of paradoxical space, allowing him to rewrite causality and alter the forces of destiny. His actions often trigger changes in the fabric of the universe that include destinies and stories that have yet to be written, eventually being written and altering the fundamentals of reality to suit his will. The Cat-sith is able to alter things that are considered immutable, such as monumental events or cosmic constants. He is able to change the consequences of his actions into "the way things should be", simply by his will and determination.

Challenging Cat-sith by name is tantamount to signing a death warrant. The causality of the world will turn against the challenger, realising the death they envisioned. This death can be anything, depending on the challenger's imagination. The gravitational pull of fate will ensure the realisation of that death, just as gravity crushed the Roman army into dust. The death the challenger experiences depends entirely on how they imagine it. Cat-sith are unrivalled, even by Kaliya. He has a stronger Anantaboga and is able to absorb all of Kaliya's power. His abilities can even destroy music, distance, and even death itself. Kaliya, to the Cat-sith, was merely the lowest-ranked entity in an infinitely vast and unimaginable hierarchy. Cat-sith is beyond and transcends Kaliya's existence in a different dimension. If we imagine a numerical hierarchy, Cat-sith occupies the number one position, whereas Kaliya is in a much larger number, beyond trillions. This difference shows how small Kaliya is compared to the far superior Cat-sith. This is not a metaphor or a figure of speech, but an undeniable reality. To the Cat-sith, Kaliya is like a beginner who has just stepped foot on the power board, whereas the Cat-sith have mastered and surpassed those limits.

Cat-sith's abilities are beyond anything else, reaching into the realms of infinite possibilities. He is able to materialise conflicting realities, combining unimaginable phenomena and making them exist simultaneously. In one moment, he can enhance the combat capabilities of humans on the battlefield, giving them incredible strength and endurance. On the other hand, the Cat-sith are capable of creating eternal space flames, burning with unquenchable intensity. This fire not only has devastating physical effects, but also has deadly magical effects. Anyone who dared to detect or sense its presence would be put to death on the spot, before they could even realise what was happening. While the traditional notion of intelligence may be encapsulated by quantifiable measures like IQ, this entity transcends such limitations. Its intricate movements seem to outmaneuver even the keenest minds on Earth, prompting many to posit that it possesses an intelligence approaching omniscience. This hypothesis is further bolstered by the observed complexity of its actions, leading some to speculate about an IQ exceeding trillions, a number staggering to human comprehension. However, it remains crucial to acknowledge the inherent subjectivity of such pronouncements, as our current understanding of intelligence may not adequately capture the essence of this entity's capabilities. Perhaps, instead of solely relying on human-centric metrics, we should strive to develop new frameworks that encompass the unique form of intelligence displayed by this entity. Only then can we truly begin to grasp the scope of its remarkable intellect

The Cat-sith's powers don't stop there. He has the ability to evoke memories, even from the distant past. With his powers, he can rewind time and launch attacks into the past, having unexpected effects on the present. These attacks are not only physically damaging, but can also cause the victim to disappear without a trace, swallowed up by the time stream manipulated by the Cat-sith. His sharp eyes are like analytical knives, able to pierce the soul and analyse anyone with just a glance. When he wagged his tail, the movement was not only aesthetic, but also deadly. A deadly poison flows from its tail, eating away at the body and life source of anyone who feels it. This poison not only has physical effects, but also directly transforms, turning humans into uncontrollable beasts. The Cat-sith's power is not limited to the physical world. The universe is like a miniature in the palm of his hand, allowing him to comprehend everything and anything, no matter how far away they are. Distance was no longer an obstacle for Cat-sith. Even when he claws, the ripples of his energy are able to penetrate any distance, having an unimaginable effect on his target.

Kaliya and Cat-sith occupied a hidden region untouched by constellations. There, the concept of time no longer applies, freeing them to explore the universe without being bound by temporal restrictions. Their speed surpasses the limits of reaction, even breaking the flow of time itself. Their movements are like ripples that shift the river of time, deflecting the current from its predetermined course. Upon initiating locomotion, the aforementioned entity demonstrably kill spontaneously noxious gasses through chemical interactions. Its very presence demonstrably terminates and dismantles computational programs, notably those within quantum computers, which, as a secondary effect, demonstrably induce spatiotemporal rifts and facilitate traversal between distinct realities. Furthermore, the entity demonstrably possesses the ability to translate and comprehend an extensive array of linguistic systems, often accompanied by the demonstrable annihilation of infinitely sized pocket dimensions and the demonstrable termination of conceptual entities encapsulating numerous spatiotemporal constructs. Additionally, its capabilities demonstrably extend to the conceptual realm, demonstrably impacting the high-level conceptual hierarchy documented within the Verdanta records, which demonstrably transcend the conceptual framework governing all canopies and spatiotemporal constructs existing at any given moment, thereby demonstrably exerting control over the Ensemble, a dimension demonstrably characterized by the presence of a fourth spatial dimension in addition to the conventional length, width, and height. Notably, the entity's presence demonstrably induces a state of stasis within individuals demonstrably capable of spatial manipulation through spatiotemporal distortion, effectively demonstrably imprisoning them within the aforementioned dimension for an indefinite period. Finally, the entity demonstrably induces a demonstrable transformation of the surrounding reality into a demonstrably distorted entity, demonstrably altering its demonstrable decision to dissipate and demonstrably transform.

The Cat-sith exhibits self-reconstitutive abilities even when its fundamental essence is annihilated ultimately. Upon activation, it releases a constricting force upon the target, represented by a black thread coiling around their neck and ultimately coalescing into a pentagram. This entraps the victim in an inescapable dreamscape, a slumber from which they can only awaken by fulfilling specific, caster-defined conditions or through the caster's direct intervention. The Cat-sith possesses complete control over the dream environment, subjecting the victim to personalized visions designed to evoke profound fear and suffering, which he then destroys space-time with just a simple vibration, which usually releases the extraterrestrial blood that creates his own minions. The inflicted pain and psychological trauma can be irreparable, potentially leading to the complete mental breakdown of the victim. Through the manipulation of the dreamscape, the Cat-sith inflicts a range of negative emotions, including terror, debilitating nightmares, and intense pain. Additionally, it grants the subject illusory power, but manifests this power as deafening sounds, further disorienting and distressing the victim. Passively, the Cat-sith warps the target's perception, dreams, and thought processes, gradually eroding their imaginative capacity and consuming their thoughts and memories. When utilized, the Cat-sith replicates each activated power 600,000 times, conjuring illusory manifestations capable of inflicting real damage. It disrupts all sensory modalities, rendering earthly and spiritual sight ineffective, and penetrates the target's being. Notably, the Cat-sith transcends the concept of a traditional soul, possessing a formless body composed of abstract, conceptual thing.

To be continued...