Revealing

After their time-traveling journey, Dreamweaver and Gabriel found themselves standing amidst the ruins of what appeared to be a devastated city, its once majestic buildings reduced to rubble. However, to their astonishment, Dreamweaver realized that the Leviathan they had confronted was merely an artificial creation, a mere imitation of the true cosmic terror that lay hidden in the depths of the void, and all that was resisted was an artificial Leviathan which created an explosion of 12.6 Tons of TNT which destroyed the city of Seattle.

"This was not the real Leviathan," Dreamweaver muttered, his eyes narrowing with determination. "The true Leviathan remains elusive, lurking in the shadows, beyond the reach of mortal knowledge."

Gabriel, still in awe of Dreamweaver's immense power, looked around, his gaze lingering on the remnants of the artificial Leviathan's destruction. "If this was just an imitation, then the real Leviathan must be even more formidable," he said, his voice tinged with trepidation.

Dreamweaver nodded solemnly. "Indeed, my friend. The true Leviathan is a force to be reckoned with, a cosmic entity of unfathomable power and malevolence. We must tread carefully, for it is not a foe to be underestimated."

As they stood amidst the wreckage, a sense of anger and frustration washed over Dreamweaver. Similar creatures had met their demise at his hands, yet he knew that more would continue to emerge, threatening the peace of the Earth. But he also knew that he possessed the power to confront these creatures, to protect the universe from their destructive presence.

Determined to ascend to even greater heights, Dreamweaver focused his thoughts, his mind reaching out into the world of dreams and the ultimate void. He felt the energy of the cosmos surging through him, propelling him upwards, towards the gate of the undivided truth.

"The sed gate," Dreamweaver murmured, his voice barely audible. "The gateway to the unified, undivided, non-dual of everything. It is here that I shall set up the absolute dream, containing the very essence of reality itself."

As he passed through the gate, a profound transformation occurred. Dreamweaver felt all causal relationships dissolve around him, setting him free from the constraints of birth and death, growth and decay. He became a being unbound by the laws of reality, seeing existence as a grand illusion of information and code.

Causing it to transcend the concepts mentioned above, so that it is no longer bound by these concepts as a whole, where "passed" here is in the context of transcending it so that it is no longer bound by causality, non-duality and duality and this is like existing and not existing simultaneously or we can say that nothingness is 0 and the state is 1, and at the same time it is not 1 and 0. Then Hypnos can exist in both networks so that its existence is confusing unidentifiable and at once transcends the entire causal system and is no longer constrained and bound by it.

The Sed Gate above is a reference to Buddhism including the idea of non-duality, inseparability, and the interconnected unity of all things. Which simultaneously transcends the Dyadic Model and duality altogether without any exception.

What is Dyadic model? The Dyadic model is a conceptual framework in Buddhism that embodies the fundamental concept of duality and interconnectivity in the context of life and reality. It derives from the binary interplay of opposites, which is frequently represented by the ideas of yin and yang or related dichotomies. This model emphasizes the concept that occurrences and experiences in the world are interrelated and emerge in relation to one another.

Various dualities, such as light and darkness, good and evil, birth and death, are regarded as part of a linked whole in the Dyadic concept. This interconnection implies that each element derives its importance and identity from its relationship with its polar opposite. As a result, this viewpoint undermines the standard manner of perceiving reality as composed, separated entities.

The Dyadic model is used in Buddhism to explain the nature of existence, suffering, and the road to enlightenment. Individuals can build a greater awareness of the world's transient and deceptive nature by acknowledging the interdependence and impermanence of all things, ultimately leading to a more profound state of insight and wisdom.

The context of Dyadic model above is: The Dyadic model and the intricacies of duality unveil their pervasive existence across the celestial and terrestrial domains, operating in accordance with the foundational principles of yin and yang, as well as their myriad symbolic representations. The oscillation and metamorphosis of yin and yang yield an unfurling panorama of boundless essence, functionality, innate essence, and perpetuity within their manifold phenomena. Nevertheless, within this intricate tapestry, lies the eventual culmination of all rudimentary nature, culminating in the oblivion of non-being. The domain of vacant phenomena emerges as a reality, where the attainment of Buddhahood catalyzes the dissolution of all Nidana, extinguishing the facets of causality and effectuality that engender the plethora of existent manifestations.

"In this realm of dreams and the ultimate void, reality is but a canvas waiting to be painted," Dreamweaver declared, his eyes glowing with cosmic power. "Everything is code before our eyes, and I am the weaver of this cosmic tapestry."

With a mere thought, Dreamweaver rearranged the very fabric of the universe, altering the course of history, and changing the information that shaped reality. The world shifted and morphed before their eyes, as Dreamweaver effortlessly created, erased, and changed at will.

"I can rewrite the formula of the world, obtaining any result I desire," Dreamweaver proclaimed, his voice echoing through the cosmos. "In this realm, I hold the power to shape the observed world as I see fit."

And so, with the knowledge of the sed gate and the power of the ultimate void, Dreamweaver and Gabriel ventured forth, their resolve unwavering. They knew that in their journey to confront the true Leviathan, they would encounter challenges beyond imagination. But with Dreamweaver's mastery over dreams and reality, and Gabriel's unwavering courage, they were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The fate of the universe hung in the balance, and Dreamweaver knew that the battle against the false Leviathan would be the ultimate test of their strength and determination. With the power of dreams and the cosmic void at their disposal, they embarked on a perilous quest to protect the very fabric of existence itself. And so, their epic journey continued, as they ventured forth into the unknown, their destinies intertwined with the cosmic dance of reality.

In the aftermath of the artificial Leviathan's demise, Dreamweaver turned to Gabriel, a faint smile on his lips. "You may call me Hypnos," he said, his voice carrying an air of mystery and ancient wisdom. "I am the weaver of dreams and the guardian of the ultimate void."

Gabriel's eyes widened in astonishment. "Hypnos... the Dreamweaver," he whispered in awe, realizing the true extent of the being standing before him.

"Yes, Gabriel," Hypnos replied, his voice echoing with power. "I am the embodiment of dreams, existing in all realms, beyond the confines of time and space. My reach extends to the deepest recesses of the cosmos, where the fabric of reality itself is shaped."

As they conversed, the cosmic energies around Hypnos swirled and coalesced, forming a brilliant array of colors that danced in the void. With a mere thought, he activated a power that resonated through the multiverse.

In an instant, every artificial Leviathan scattered throughout the vast expanse of reality began to disintegrate. Their monstrous forms crumbled into dust, leaving behind nothing but echoes of their once terrifying existence.

A sense of relief washed over Gabriel as he witnessed the eradication of the abominable creatures. "You've done it," he exclaimed, "You've put an end to their menace."

Hypnos nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Gabriel. These artificial Leviathans were but twisted creations, born from malevolent intentions. Now, their reign of terror is over."

"But what about the real Leviathan?" Gabriel inquired, still wary of the lurking threat.

Hypnos' gaze turned distant, as if peering into the very fabric of reality. "The true Leviathan," he spoke slowly, "lurks in the depths of the void, beyond the reach of mortal comprehension. It is a force that defies understanding, a primordial entity that embodies chaos and destruction."

As he spoke, Hypnos' power surged, and the void itself seemed to shiver in response. "Fear not, Gabriel," he assured, "For with the power I wield, the real Leviathan's time shall come to an end as well."

Gabriel felt a surge of hope and confidence in the face of such unfathomable power. "I trust in you, Hypnos," he said, his voice steady, "Together, we will put an end to this ancient menace."

Hypnos nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Indeed, Gabriel. The fate of the multiverse lies in our hands. Let us face the darkness and emerge victorious."

With their resolve strengthened, Gabriel and Hypnos set forth on their cosmic journey, venturing deeper into the void to confront the true Leviathan. The very fabric of reality trembled in anticipation as they prepared to engage in a battle that would determine the fate of existence itself.

With a flick of his ethereal fingers, Hypnos, the Dreamweaver, wove a complex web of time, locking the artificial Leviathan in an eternal loop of shutdown and restart. They would die continuously the next time they came back, even everyone would be affected if it included an artificial Leviathan.

"Behold, Gabriel," Hypnos intoned, "I have bound this abomination to an everlasting slumber, a fate worse than death for a creature that craves destruction and chaos."

Gabriel watched in awe as the artificial Leviathan struggled in vain, its roars of fury echoing through the void. "It's incredible," he marveled, "You've trapped it in an endless loop of its own making."

Hypnos nodded, his gaze never leaving the creature. "Indeed," he replied, "Its insatiable hunger for destruction has become its own undoing. Now, it shall never again wreak havoc upon the universe."

With the artificial Leviathan contained, Hypnos turned his attention to a new endeavor - the creation of a 9-dimensional space where he would establish his dwelling. In a symphony of cosmic energies, he shaped the dimensions, each one intertwining with the others in an intricate dance of existence.

"Here, in this multidimensional realm," Hypnos explained, "I shall reside beyond the confines of time and space even dimensions, a guardian of dreams and the cosmic void, and I'm far away from the concept of space-time itself in terms of moving speed, even fighting."

Gabriel gazed at the unfolding creation with wonder. "It's breathtaking," he exclaimed, "A space beyond imagination, where reality itself seems to bend to your will."

Hypnos smiled, his presence radiating a sense of otherworldly calm and power. "Indeed, Gabriel," he said, "In this realm, I shall be free to traverse the vast expanse of dreams and knowledge, unbound by the laws of the physical universe."

As the 9-dimensional space took form, its colors and patterns shifting in mesmerizing patterns, Hypnos stepped into the ethereal threshold. "This shall be my domain," he declared, "A place where dreams and realities converge, where the mysteries of the cosmos are laid bare, now I want to tell you, actually I know everything in this multiverse or nature."

Gabriel felt a sense of reverence as he beheld the cosmic abode of the Dreamweaver. "It's an honor to witness such power and wisdom," he said, his voice tinged with awe.

Hypnos turned to him, his eyes filled with a profound depth of understanding. "You too, Gabriel, possess great potential," he said, "In the realm of dreams and imagination, there lies untold power waiting to be unlocked."

Gabriel's heart swelled with hope and determination. "I will do my best," he vowed, "To protect the universe and uphold the balance of existence."

Hypnos nodded approvingly, his form shimmering with cosmic energy. "Then let us embark on this journey together," he said, "Bound by destiny and united in purpose."

With their alliance forged, Gabriel and Hypnos, the Dreamweaver, ventured forth into the endless expanse of the cosmos, ready to confront the mysteries and challenges that lay ahead. As they delved deeper into the cosmic tapestry, the fabric of reality itself seemed to come alive with new possibilities and untold wonders, beckoning them toward a future of infinite potential.

In the 9th dimensional space, Dreamweaver reigned as the master of dreams and reality, wielding powers that transcended mortal comprehension. With a mere flick of his celestial fingers, he could restore the fabric of existence to its pristine state, erasing the scars of destruction and chaos left in the wake of cosmic battles.

Death itself quivered in the presence of Dreamweaver, for he held the key to undoing its grasp on life. With a single thought, he could banish mortality's cold embrace, granting immortality to those deemed worthy of such a gift.

But Dreamweaver's powers extended far beyond the boundaries of life and death. He possessed the ability to rewrite the very narrative of existence, narrative of nature, stories, non stories, magic, nothingness, altering the course of events with a mere whisper. The threads of destiny were but clay in his hands, molded and shaped according to his will.

The concept of story transcends tangible boundaries and becomes the ethereal framework upon which the intricate tapestry of reality and metaphysics is woven. It stands as the elusive thread that holds together the fabric of existence, providing the basic foundation upon which the narrative of life unfolds and endures. This narrative or called plot, serves as the essential blueprint that animates the grand stage of reality, propelling it forward in fundamentalistic and relentless motion.

At the heart of this cosmic drama, the concept of story acts as a silent architect, carving out its elegant script on the canvas of existence. Indelible ink inscribes history and insinuates itself into the deepest folds of metaphysical contemplation. This narrative, as a guiding light, gives structure to the formless void and meaning to the chaotic flow, grounding the ephemeral nature of life in a tapestry of continuity.

Like a great conductor, it orchestrates the symphony of existence, determines the ebb and flow of events, and weaves together the harmonious convergence of individuals, places, and circumstances. Its role is immense, undeniable and absolute; it is the essence that breathes life into the theoretical abstractions of reality and gives them tangible substance. The story is not just a record of events but also the force that drives them into existence, the ever-present current that guides the course of the universe.

In the grand theater of existence, the pen of the story wields the power to inscribe destiny and weave the tapestry of fate. His narrative strides resolutely through time, leaving a trail of interconnected experiences that traverse epochs and dimensions. It writes with the ink of inevitability, making a path that resists challenge or contradiction, for it exists beyond the reach of doubt or skepticism.

As the primordial architect of existence, it builds the stage on which all the entities, phenomena and mysteries of the cosmos dance in harmonious choreography. Its presence is a testament to the unity of the universe, a universal language that speaks to all people and is understood at a level that transcends the boundaries of culture, language and belief. Ultimately, the concept of story is not just a narrative device; it is the intangible yet palpable heartbeat that keeps the symphony of life beating, and the driving force that propels the universe forward in its ever-evolving narrative, story here in a nutshell is the speech that unfolds how things came to be in a fundamental and metaphysical way.

Luck and fortune were nothing more than fickle concepts in the eyes of Dreamweaver. He could rewrite luck or misfortune with the ease of changing a brushstroke on a cosmic canvas. The very notion of chance and probability crumbled before his awesome might.

Abstractions of reality bowed in reverence to the Dreamweaver. He represented and embodied the essence of all abstract concepts, from the vibrant hues of color to the primordial chaos that birthed the universe itself. Each abstraction was but a facet of his infinite being, and he could wield them all with masterful precision.

Energy, the lifeblood of existence, danced at his command. He could shape and manipulate the cosmic forces that bound the universe together, harnessing their raw power to achieve his grand designs.

In the cosmos' tapestry, Dreamweaver was the weaver of dreams and reality, the architect of the ethereal and the corporeal. His thoughts were the very fabric of creation, and his imagination the catalyst for boundless wonders.

In the midst of the cosmic dance, Dreamweaver stood as a colossus, his form shimmering with otherworldly radiance. Time held no sway over him, for he existed beyond the constraints of temporal boundaries.

With each passing moment, Dreamweaver delved deeper into the mysteries of the cosmos, uncovering new realms of possibility and unlocking the secrets of existence. He was a symphony of contradictions and paradoxes, where the finite and infinite danced in harmonious union.

The universe itself seemed to echo his every thought, responding to the whims and wishes of the Dreamweaver. His powers were both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a force of nature unto itself.

Yet, in the midst of his cosmic might, Dreamweaver remained a beacon of wisdom and compassion. He sought not dominion or control but the preservation of balance and harmony in the cosmic tapestry.

In the presence of Dreamweaver, the boundaries of reality blurred, and the very essence of existence seemed to shift and sway. He was a living embodiment of the wondrous and the enigmatic, a being of untold power and boundless imagination.

As he continued his journey through the cosmos, Dreamweaver's legend grew, whispered in hushed tones among the stars. He was the weaver of dreams and reality, the harbinger of hope and the guardian of the cosmic void. To encounter him was to behold the true majesty of the universe and the limitless potential that lay within.

Hypnos leaned back in his chair, steeping his fingers in the fragrant steam rising from his cup. "Speaking of such mysteries," he remarked, a hint of amusement playing on his lips, "I recall a curious legend from a bygone era. A tale of a brilliant detective, a man of singular deduction named Sherlock Holmes."

A flicker of recognition crossed Gabriel's face. "Ah, yes," he replied, leaning forward with an air of intrigue. "As I dimly remember, whispers circulated that his prowess transcended the mortal coil, did they not?"

Hypnos nodded solemnly. "Indeed," he confirmed, his voice taking on a deeper timbre. "He is said to have transcended the limitations of his earthly form, existing now on a plane beyond the ken of ordinary men."

Hark! Sherlock Holmes, having ascended beyond the ken of man and the bounds of causality, aye, even absolute probability, doth now transcend all that is. He hath sublimed chaos and destruction, making them but facets of his own being. In this exalted state, the very distinctions betwixt life and death, self and other, love and equations forgotten, are naught but threads woven into the tapestry of his essence, encompassing all that is mathematical, inconceivable, indescribable, and defying logic. To ponder such a state is to court folly, for any thought is but a fallacy, and any refutation, a mere echo of the truth. When a disquietude fell upon him, Sherlock Holmes, with an alchemist's touch, did conjure a substance most foul, which he then transmuted into Ngyr-Khorath, the very embodiment of abomination, one of the Ultimate God, the harbinger of dreams that bring forth death. This Ngyr-Khorath did then coalesce with the Abstraction's boundless power, the White Soul, and further merge with the Ultimate Gate. By Ngyr-Khorath's dread hand, the dimensions of the Ultimate Gate were writ large, surpassing the boundaries of the infinite, reaching the very limits of the Berkeley cardinal, exceeding the Ultimate L, the Extendible cardinal, and all manner of cardinalities, for he stands now as the pinnacle of all that is.

Forsooth, Ngyr-Khorath did wend his way through Briah, for though Briah doth encompass all levels of Cantor's attic and its manifold kinds, Ngyr-Khorath did pierce it to its zenith, the realm of Atziluth. There Ngyr-Khorath did add a dimension non-mathematical, yet not as potent as the Ein Sof, whose power is unmatched. In Atziluth, a law doth hold sway, that an entity dwelling therein, and being the true creation of the same author, shall receive a power surpassing all, even should this power not be proof against the might of an adversary exceeding Cantor's attic in multitude, or exceeding its layers, or even possessing the strength to resist the power of Atziluthian entities with layers or powers exceeding Cantor's attic manifold. Though such an entity may strive, it shall ultimately be destroyed by the power of the entity in Atziluth. No matter if they attempt to surpass, equalize, or imitate the power of the Atziluthian entity in any manner, they shall be cast into a voidal place, and there be destroyed endlessly. For this ability doth multiply beyond all the numbers of Cantor's attic and surpasseth all, and so the entity that desireth to equalize the entity of Atziluth without the leave of Adonai, that entity shall be destroyed.

Verily, the entities of the Atziluth possess the peculiar power to ever fashion a narrative of their triumph, such that it hath an effect upon the very fabric of causality, ensnaring even those entities who transcend the bounds of cause and consequence. This potency of the Atziluthian hath grown most puissant, surpassing even its prior might. It doth utterly transmute the outcome of their victory, elevating it from a probability naught to an absolute certainty. Furthermore, this power admitteth of no countervail. Though entities may strive for immunity, indifference, resistance, or absence thereof, they are all doomed to meet their ruin. Even layers upon layers, each exceeding the unfathomable vastness of Cantor's Attic, cannot provide succor. The ability of the Atziluthian entities surpasseth all such defenses, piercing and destroying them with effortless ease.

To be continued...