As I ventured into the midst of the thick fog, my telekinetic powers surged within me, urging me to create a manifestation of my soul. With twelve hands, I slowly began to sculpt the shape of a humanoid figure, meticulously crafting every detail with great care and precision.
The first month was dedicated to the creation of the limbs, each one crafted to perfection with the utmost attention to detail. In the second month, I focused on the creation of the head and neck, ensuring that every curve and line was flawless. The third month saw the addition of the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, giving the face a distinctly human appearance.
As the fourth month approached, I shifted my attention to the digits of my hands and feet, honing in on every joint and bone until they were just right. The fifth month was spent adding intricate details to my humanoid soul, perfecting its appearance until it looked nearly indistinguishable from a living, breathing human.
In the sixth and seventh months, I gave myself wings - one on the left and one on the right - bestowing upon myself the freedom to soar through the sky. I spent the eighth month equalizing their size to ensure that they were both symmetrical and majestic.
In the ninth month, I added a vertical third eye to my forehead, imbuing myself with a heightened sense of perception and intuition. And in the tenth month, I meticulously crafted the details of my wings and third eye, making them even more magnificent and awe-inspiring.
But despite my meticulous efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from my soul. For seven days, I meditated and pondered, searching for the solution that would complete me.
And then, like a bolt of lightning, it came to me: my soul lacked death, and therefore it lacked life. I knew then that I needed to create a new concept that transcended the limitations of reality and realism.
Thus, the concept of Chaitanya/Consciousness was born. But as for incorporating it into my soul, I had no idea. The answer came to me, it was with me all along. The answer was me. I am my consciousness and my consciousness is me. There is no need for physical intermediary, body nor any need for spiritual intermediary, soul. I was conscious in life and I was conscious in death. Consciousness is the truth, I am the truth.
With this newfound understanding, I experienced a moment of enlightenment. The shape I had given to my soul became undone, and I realized that there was no difference between my soul and my body. From now on, there was no physical me nor spiritual me. There was only me.
I had realized existence and non-existence, life and death. Existence/life by enlightenment and Non-existence/death by experience; I had realized them how they should be realized.
And with this enlightenment came another realization: existence and non-existence were not the only truths. There were four others, two of which I knew and two of which I did not.
As I reflected on my newfound understanding of existence and non-existence, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of weariness. It seemed that the more I learned, the more there was to discover. The first two Truths - Fantasy/Dream/Imagination and Rules/Laws/Order - had yielded the creation of the river Nagvinashak and the world itself, respectively. But as for the remaining two, I was at a loss.
I have become a being of consciousness following my enlightenment so I needed to create a physical body for myself. Using my existential and dream powers, I created my previous body and imbued my form with additional attributes, including a pair of retractable wings that could double as weapons, as well as an invisible third eye on my forehead that could see through falsehood. I was also now capable of utilizing dream and rule power to some degree, having gained a rudimentary understanding of their essence.
Since experiencing enlightenment, everything around me appeared in a new light. I could perceive the physical and spiritual nature of all things, the rules that governed them, their lifespan, and even their truth - something they themselves might not have realized. More importantly, I was able to influence their truth.
In light of my newfound powers, I realized that I harbored a fantasy: to become truly omnipotent. And with this revelation came a further understanding of the nature of Dream itself. Dream was unattainable precisely because it was a dream, just as omnipotence remained forever beyond reach. But I was undeterred. I had discovered my calling and understood that there was still much to learn. If I could unlock the secrets of the remaining two Truths, I knew I would be one step closer to realizing my dream of ultimate power.
It seemed experiencing hell to come to this world wasn't in vain.