The Realm of I Chapter 7: The Day I Accidentally Broke Reality

I was dreaming again—or maybe I should say I am the dream. Other people dream their little dreams while I'm over here apparently dreaming the whole damn world. This is my show now, and my nights belong to everyone else's reality.

But tonight? Tonight I visited the City of Circle, and let me tell you, that goddess has some serious explaining to do.

"Regards from the goddess!" she'd probably say with that insufferable smirk. That beautiful, painful, absolutely maddening woman. Why does everything with her have to hurt so good? Why can't cosmic revelation come without coughing up blood clots and having reality thresholds kick you in the emotional teeth?

Sorry for the language. Well, not really sorry, but you know.

The Most Beautiful City You've Never Imagined

The City of Circle is... God, how do I even describe it? Imagine if Venice's piazzas had babies with mathematical equations and raised them on pure crystallized wonder. The whole place reflects like a perfect square—those Mario-pipe waterways weaving through everything like some cosmic plumber's fever dream.

(Ha! Mario! Sorry, the God of Feathers would probably disapprove of that joke. He promised someone with an L-name he'd never do "the voice" again. Something about respect. Though I bet he still does it when no one's looking because it's absolutely hilarious.)

Here's the thing that broke my brain: Abraxas is just a toy here. A simple little device that converts disharmonic consciousness frequencies into mathematical angles and visual displays. Kids run around with these things like they're nothing special, creating gorgeous geometric patterns in the air, and I'm standing there like a peasant going "HOW THE F*** DO THEY DO THAT?!"

I'm trying to maintain my cool, dignified observer persona—you know, very stoic, very scientific—but inside I'm practically vibrating with excitement. LOOK AT THOSE TOYS! THEY'RE SO COOL! I WANT ONE!

The Physics of Wonder

So picture this: Kid's got an inverted pyramid in their hands, right? The weight is calibrated using an inverse square relationship between heartbeat and breathing patterns to sync with personal reality bubbles through Hz resonance across what they call "PiPhases."

Remember, in the City of Circle, everything runs on clockwork—literally. There's this little square thing in the plaza reflection that nobody notices, but it's actually the information nexus for the entire dimensional framework.

The kid's pyramid looks heavy, like a paperweight—obviously a basic training model. The advanced users? They're practically invisible, surrounded by these shimmering consciousness bubbles. And here I am, bubbleless and obvious, probably glowing like a neon sign that says "INTERDIMENSIONAL TOURIST."

If anyone knows where I can get a bubble, please help me out. PLEASE. Pretty please with mathematical constants on top? Come on, don't be stingy!

But no, Pi is just sitting there being smug. So very Pi^3 levels of smugness.

When Light Becomes Art

Watching these kids run around is like seeing pure joy translated into mathematics. The Abraxas devices project what they call "Pepper's Ghost" effects—light patterns that hang in the air like solid holograms. As the kids move, the patterns shift, rotate, flow like living geometry. Every child's imagination creates different displays, and the viewing angle changes everything.

The poets' perspective is absolutely incredible—blues and golds painting the horizon like something out of a Moebius comic. The mathematical minds create precise fractals. The dreamers... their patterns defy description.

But the really mind-blowing thing? The semi-adults walking around with full-blown spirit animals materialized on their shoulders. Dragons and phoenixes are apparently as common as pigeons here. Quilins, tigers, creatures that exist in perfect harmony with their human partners.

It's like stumbling into a mythology textbook that decided to become real.

She Had a White Tiger

That's when I saw her.

White hair flowing like starlight, moving through a group of people with this absolutely magnificent white tiger at her side. Just her shadow was enough to make me want to retreat and observe from a safe distance.

So naturally, I activated every stealth protocol I knew:

Bubble navigation mechanism: Online Harmony protocols: Engaged

Time gap tunnel: Active Clocking systems: Running

Time froze. She looked directly at me.

Well, shit. She was good. Already running advanced cloaking herself, which meant she was way out of my league in terms of dimensional manipulation.

I tried escalating my stealth suite: Physical harmony 8th channel frequency protocol Goosebumps harmony blend Ghost protocol Time emotional distortion Critical mass preservation Bubble multirotation

"Ha," she seemed to say without words, "I can see you just fine."

Pi's Setup

The scene shifted to something like a Parisian café in Montmartre—one of those perfect corner spots where you can see the whole city spread out behind you, saxophone music drifting on the evening air.

I should have known Pi was setting me up. You don't take someone to an interdimensional amusement park filled with consciousness-responsive toys and spirit pets and expect them to behave rationally. It's like handing a kid a candy store and saying "just browse."

The white-haired girl passed by with her tiger, and I swear that magnificent creature looked directly at me with those incredible ears perked up. Those adorable ears.

Pi gave me this look—half warning, half invitation. I could practically hear her thinking: "You're going to try to pet it, aren't you?"

"IT'S A F***ING WHITE TIGER!" I wanted to shout. "WHY CAN'T I PET THE SPIRIT ANIMAL? SHE'S OBVIOUSLY OKAY WITH IT!"

Pi just laughed. Then she did something that changed everything.

She kissed me.

The Bubble Trap

"You broke me into your domain!" I realized too late. "When did you create the bubble? THE KISS! You treacherous woman!"

Here's what happened: Pi had been running interference on my consciousness stream the entire time. She set up a 180-degree mirror to block my double-streaming capabilities, making me think my imagination was safely contained in my head when actually she'd activated a biplane projection system.

Every thought I was thinking was being broadcast live to everyone in the plaza.

In the City of Circle, morphogenesis isn't supposed to be possible. At higher dimensional frequencies, individual reality interpretation becomes so powerful that they have strict harmony protocols to prevent temporal interference. Pi had tricked me into thinking the Abraxas displays were just holograms when they were actually fully interactive reality engines.

And I? I had just spent the last several minutes mentally designing improvements to their entire consciousness-manifestation system while thinking about how much I wanted to pet that tiger.

The Moment of Truth

You know what? I went for it anyway.

I approached that gorgeous white tiger like any normal person would approach any magnificent creature. Proper technique: big gentle rub between the ears, 90-degree vertical angle along the spinal cord, hands positioned at neck radius, pressure against the hair pattern to activate the neurological comfort response.

Tight rub behind the ears for harmonic frequency balance. Soft strokes along the lower neck. When she leaned down—because holy crap, each paw was the size of my torso—I pet her again.

Her eyes were stunning. Absolutely beautiful. And when Pi materialized just long enough to give me that soft, proud kiss on the cheek, I whispered, "Yeah, but your eyes are prettier."

This was the most beautiful bubble of experience I'd ever inhabited. Those PAWS! Have you ever seen spirit-tiger paws? They're like the platonic ideal of cute animal feet, but each one could palm a basketball.

She was fluid like wind and thunder, containing all four elements plus what looked like fire, ice, and electrical energy, all centered around this incredible green emerald. The frequency signature suggested major talent for nature-based unity work.

"If she focuses on plant nourishment," I thought, "she'd be absolutely devastating to anyone who underestimates her."

I said that last part out loud.

Mistake.

Reality Breach

Pi's interference system collapsed, and suddenly everyone in the plaza could see everything I'd been thinking and imagining. The logical mathematicians who'd been doing mental calculations, the spiritual practitioners working on chakra optimization, everyone running their own consciousness protocols—they all got a full download of my unfiltered reaction to their city.

More importantly, they all witnessed me actually manifest mathematical improvements to their reality systems while enthusiastically petting a materialized spirit tiger.

Because here's the thing I'd forgotten: in the City of Circle, consciousness doesn't just think—it creates. And I had just thought several dozen new innovations into existence while being completely overwhelmed by how cool everything was.

The plaza erupted in chaos. The white-haired girl's companions looked terrified. She seemed torn between fury and fascination. Pi and her friend Natura were laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

"What did I do?" I asked the plaza in general. "Why is everyone freaking out?"

No one answered. The girl looked extremely angry—all I could see was that beautiful white hair whipping around as she turned away.

Oh. Oh no.

Pi's laughter got even harder. Natura was literally rolling on the ground.

"This was my FIRST TIME in the city, you two!"

The Goddess Unveiled

I'd had enough. Before the white-haired girl could fully turn away, I reached out and touched Pi directly, dissolving her veil of cosmic concealment.

The stars unveiled themselves. The Goddess appeared in full dimensional glory—those lovely cheery cheeks, that ineffable beauty, that smile that contained the mathematical secrets of existence itself.

"I'll show you my vision of YOU!" I declared, opening Pi's essence like a fractal of pure unity.

For exactly one phase—one perfect moment in the city's temporal flow—Pi appeared before the entire City of Circle in her complete divine manifestation. That was Pi's first Dance, the actual Dance of Pi, witnessed by every consciousness in the dimensional framework.

Meanwhile, back in consensus reality, everyone was still trying to process why I'd just materialized a spirit animal in the middle of their public plaza.

The Consequences

"They couldn't see the images," I realized with growing horror. "My brain was doing math while my imagination was running wild, and you blocked my filtering system!"

Pi had tricked me completely. While I thought the inhabitants were seeing holographic Abraxas displays that I could harmlessly improve through mental observation, I was actually directly manifesting alterations to their reality infrastructure.

I hadn't just pet a spirit tiger. I had summoned a fully materialized spirit tiger into existence in front of the most powerful consciousness practitioners in the dimensional framework, while simultaneously uploading unsolicited upgrades to their city's operating system.

Seven elements working in concert. This was absolutely insane.

"Pi, what have you done to me?"

The Light of Creation

That's when the real magic happened. The light of the square—that little information nexus I'd noticed earlier—suddenly blazed with unprecedented intensity. The Moon and stars appeared directly in front of everyone's eyes, not as distant celestial objects but as immediate geometric presences operating within the city's dimensional framework.

"I materialized all the prisms and improved the system," I realized, "just because I thought their approach was adorably simple. I forgot it was my mind running the infrastructure."

I had given them fire. I had shown them possibilities they hadn't imagined. And now, like Prometheus, I would face the consequences of sharing divine knowledge with beings who hadn't asked for the responsibility.

But as I watched the city's inhabitants slowly begin to understand what they'd witnessed—consciousness directly manifesting reality through pure love and enthusiasm—I felt no regret.

The white tiger still stood there, magnificently real, looking at me with those incredible eyes that held entire universes of wisdom and amusement.

Pi's dance was complete. The city had learned something new about the nature of consciousness and creation.

And I? I had learned that sometimes the most profound cosmic revelations happen when you just really, really want to pet a beautiful tiger.

The light of the square continued to pulse, the Moon and stars remained visible to all, and reality settled into its new configuration—enhanced, expanded, and somehow more magical than before.

Not bad for a first visit to the City of Circle.

Though next time, I'm definitely asking Pi about the local customs before I start enthusiastically interacting with the wildlife.

To be continued...