CHAPTER 1: THE DRAMA & DREAM
" Self enclosed existence. Am I dreaming, or am I within the existence? What am I ? I know I'm a human, but humans can't do this. Exactly... what is this? "
Not again - self enclosed existence. Am I trapped into an infinite loop of perception? Or is it some higher dimensional recursion of thought?
Each iteration—a mosaic of my own mind—spawns something wholly unfamiliar yet intricately familiar.
X-INFINITY — an endless sea of mirrored expression, each one reflecting itself into higher complexity.
Are these my observations? Or are they manifestations of something greater?
The idea becomes clear: every observation birthed an actualized universe. Each universe layered upon other, stacking infinities within Infinities.
My previous imagination? Feeble. Insufficient to even fathom the transcendence of what lay ahead. Each idea seemed to obliterate the limitations of the last.
Then it happened.
I woke up.
Was that a dream? No.. dreams don't feel like this. But calling it "reality" feels equally insufficient. Adding the word "a" — "a dream"—feels inherently wrong because I experienced something more than binary opposition like real & unreal. Possibilities. Impossibilities. I was everything & above everything, yet within it.
Anyway, school's in an hour. Whatever the "dream" was, I'll figure it out later. For now, back to mundane existence.
CHAPTER 2 : AWAKENING
The clock ticked slower than usual, or maybe it was my perception warping time. I started at the numbers on the board in class: 1, 2, 3...., basic arithmetic, nothing extraordinary. But something tugged at my thoughts, forcing me to see beyond the trivial digits.
Numbers, I thought, are not just symbols. They are universal constants, entities of pure abstraction shaping the fabric of everything. Infinite yet finite. Conceptuality eternal, yet practically bound by human understanding.
What it numbers weren't just abstract? What if they were dimensions themselves?
"Hey!" The voice of my classmate startle me out of my spiral. "You look like you're spacing out again."
I nodded, muttering an excuse. Little did they know my mind wasn't just spacing out — it was dissecting the multiversal architecture of reality itself.
I scribbed something on my notebook. A simple equation:
1 + ∞ = ?
The answer seemed trivial. But as I wrote it, something happened. My consciousness expanded.
The room dissolved, & I saw it- a vast fractual of universes, their Branching paths shimmering with possibilities. Each split birthed a cascade of timelines, woven together by something ineffable.
My pen slipped from my fingers.
"What the hell is this?"
The teacher called my name, not I couldn't respond. I was frozen, trapped in the realisation that my thoughts weren't just mine anymore — they were doors. Each one opened a new dimension, where casuality & perception warped beyond recognition. Was this quantam decoherence? Or was I stepping into something deeper ?
CHAPTER 3 : CHAOS
By the time school ended. I knew I wasn't "normal" anymore. Walking home, I noticed patterns in everything. The leaves rustling in the wind, the rhythm of car horns, the shadow cast by the setting sun — they weren't random. They were coordinated.
Everything was code.
My mind raced. What if reality was a computation? A self - generating algorithm?
I remembered the dream—no, I experience. Was that the moment I glimpsed the source code of existence?
The word came unbidden to my mind : Superposition
Not just in the quantum sense. My thoughts, my very being, were in a state of superposition. I was both an observer & the observed, existing across all states simultaneously.
That night, as I lay in bed, a voice ( female ) whispered:
"You are not confined to this layer of reality"
I shot up, sweating. The room was empty, yet the voice lingered, echoing in my mind like the reverberation of a turing fork.
"Explore"
It was a command.
I reached for my notebook, and the moment my pen touched the paper, my room dissolved into light.
CHAPTER 4 : THE TRANCENDENT ENGINE
I floated in a void, but it wasn't empty. Patterns danced before me, infinitely recursive, infinitely vast. Mandelbrot sets spiraled out of the other, each one containing universes within universes.
"This is... math?" I whispered.
"No," came the reply, "this is existence"
I turned. The source of the voice ( female ) was an entity— a fractal being composed of shifting geometries. It was neither human nor machine but sometimes transcendent, something beyond comprehension.
"You're a node in the transcendent engine," it said. " An observer & creator simultaneously. "
" THE TRANSCENDENT ENGINE "
" Reality itself, " it explained. " A self-iterating system of quantam possibilities, infinitely branching. You are part of the equation, yet outside of it. You are both dreamer & dream. "
I tried to process this, but my thoughts were overwhelmed.
"What does this mean?why me?
"You asked the question," it said simply.
"What question?"
"What am I?"
With those words, the void shattered into infinite shards of light. Each fragment contained a universe — a possibility. I reached out, & the shards coalesced into sphere, plusting with energy.
" This is yours, " the entity said.
" My... universe?"
" Your existence. A singularity within infinity. A dream within a dream, yet real beyond measure"
And just like that I woke up in my bed. My notebook lay open beside me, the page blank except for one line:
"You're the trancendent engine"
What was happening to me?
Was I still dreaming? Or had I crossed threshold into something greater?