Resume: Fundamentals of worlds.

—There are worlds, races of all kinds, sceneries and stories across the reaches of this finite infinite cosmos.

Every world has rules, fundamentals, mechanics they stand on. Some world have magic and powers alike, some have races unknown, world were everyone is special, world at the brink of destruction, dystopia, one with a advanced technological aesthetics yet set in a time which one would call the dark ages, a world full futuristic unseen(seen in our eyes) technologies and so on.

This situation also in proportion to their timeline. Events happen through their course of history that can result in change to the time you can find yourself. Yet in all this worlds and timelines there is one underline factor, chaos, looms.

To this is how their knowledge of them made it into the other worlds works (literary works and visuals), fragment of memories etched into their souls or their existence obscured or fading to the sands of time. Then there is also the dreams, which is but a fractured connections to the memory pools saved within the nexus which resides in the threshold from the purge during the processing in which they tap into.

That said, all that could be described in one word, setting. We are placed in a certain, random time where the situation around the time from our point of view is no more that a setting to a story, a linear one in the view of people like us, yet branched and independent-interdependent to the others.

I have no knowledge of this world.

Not that I know of yet but I could have been here in one of its timelines or maybe in a different continent, state or country.

Knowing nothing about this place I have nothing to go on. Even though there are these individual rules in place, the world of the lifetimes we live that is a limitation to how we live, there are still loopholes that could and can be exploited. To others they are nothing more than myths and lores but to us they hold some truth. So knowledge is key.

Time Constraints

Every world and it’s flow of energy, time and more mechanics and how they affect the body. No matter how similar in structure or name they are, they are indeed different.

Let’s simplify it. It’s the effect of gravity, both planetary and galactic. Whether is the aging, the season, Luna cycle, the planetary cycle or solar cycle, all the way down to evolution. Each of which are different in each world.

There’s the mental impact which still makes time feel long/short depending on the worlds after such long world traversals.

As for this world, comparing it to that planet situated in that backwater galaxy, earth, from a few of my lifetimes. They seem to have the concepts of most by still far beyond their reach and understanding. And their quite the lowest when it comes to understanding anything. I mostly compare their calculations for time to this and the worlds since it’s quite simple.

I only learned most of this when I grew older and the others through observation.

80 seconds is a minute

80 minutes an hour

36 hours a day

43 days a month

16 months a year

5 seasons - Something like winter, Fall, Spring, Summer, Dharc*(A season which monsters/animals become quite ferocious and are in abundance).

Note: Expected time of pregnancy, from seeding to childbirth is 13 months.

And then there’s the language difference:

Cleks - seconds

Fledrons - Minutes

Lurs - Hours

Anirs - Morning/sunup

Kler - Noon

Yirs - Evening/sundown

Nirs - Day

Eirs - Night

Strum - Month

Tyrs - Year

It feels needless to call them as they are so I’ll stick to what I’m used to. I’ll use it when I feel like it.

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Not knowing anything about the setting of this world or timeline puts me at a disadvantage. I wouldn’t know what is happening around and how it would affect everyone else, distant or near.

For the later majority of lifetimes I’ve have no care for the use of the loopholes in the fundamentals of the worlds I find myself. It was much more of a waste and I doubt I’d see it as anything but, any time soon. I’d rather get life over with, hoping that it never comes again and I may truly know rest.

Slowly I lower the knife tip first into the palm of my freehand and slowly press it down. I felt my face twitched for a second and a low grunt escaped m lips as the blade through his palm and out the back.

I guess it’s happening again. It hurts real bad, yet… The pain is distant. Feels like the effect of the other personalities are getting stronger.

I feel a presence close by.

“Demon…!”

I turn to look at my mother, pale, standing a ways away, yet with a look of terror, on a face. This is an outcome I knew would come. I look back to the knife and slowly pull it out. Moments later I hear a thud and looking up I see her fallen to the ground.

What should I do, I wonder?

It’s not I like care what happens to her. I have no emotional attachments of any sorts with her.

And so I turn away knife in hand staring into the distance as usual. I can feel blood trickle down my fingers. I already see the outcome of him, anyone, seeing this scene. Not that it matters.

“You little shit!” And there he is.

I’m certain he’d check on his wife first after seeing the knife in my hand, scared I might have done something to her. Yet, still fuming…

”What the hell have you done?!” He raged. I turn to meet his fist to my face. And fall to my side.

“I knew you’d be the death of us! Should have sold you off, you’d have fetch a pretty penny. Better yet I should have just killed you, strangle you myself and buried you somewhere no one will ever find you…!” Those words doesn’t stop him from kicking my guts.

All this I’m sure he hoping for a reaction from this. Hoping to revel in my suffering. Sadist.

You can call me a masochist, but this isn’t true suffering. This isn’t suffering enough to make me quake. This isn’t even a mere fraction of the suffering I have been through and dished out in my previous lifetimes…

I don’t know how long it went but I feel my consciousness slipping from me and everything goes black.

I have to wonder is it my parents that is skewered or the world as a whole? Well there isn’t a reality that isn’t skewered, from my experience.