Interlude: A Dream of Truths and Lies

If you could describe your current situation in a single word, what would it be?

For me, it would be nebulousness. I didn't know where I was or how to feel; the world seemed like a fever dream at best. My mind was a chaos of shapes, sounds, and abstract colors, my voice echoing in different tones, intertwining with incomprehensible forms, unable to distinguish its origin.

Everyone here was the same, yet different—different faces of a die whose position could not be predicted. Each had a unique perspective on life; the farther the voices were, the more incoherent their opinion on reality seemed. The most distant ones merely observed, as if their mere words were too important to be heard by mortals.

But that was all: meaningless discussions between beings that defy comprehension, where in the end, all—weak or powerful—knew their fate in this situation.

As time passed in this place, the voices overlapped, giving rise to more concrete yet still unreal ideas. The abstract shapes became more comprehensible yet still paradoxical, and the impossible colors lost part of their magic when understood under the gaze of something that was neither God nor human.

The process might have lasted an eternity or merely a fleeting flash in the endless sea of time.

But when everything unified into one, he was left alone, in his true form. His closed eyes concealed secrets beyond the comprehension of mere mortals who watched him, covered by an ever-changing platinum fire, beneath what could only be described as dreams of chaos and order.

There was nothing but him and the place in which he was suspended—saying he was everything would be both a truth and a lie.

Then he opened his eyes and awoke from the dream. Unreality and reality intertwined in a game of truths and lies, blurring the boundaries between them. The void faded, giving way to the morning light as the distant waves sang their serene song. Reality whispered with a faint voice, barely perceptible to mortals, but to him, every sound was as clear as the melody of a harp, playing for his ears alone.