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Ah! Damn! I gave them too much! Should've known how small their brains are. I thought they would be able to withstand it with such an ego.

Hmm? Oh, didn't see you there. Wait. How are you even...whoops. I think I gave them too much. Oh, well. At least I know where I am. Not sure if you do, though. Maybe you do. Maybe you don't.

Well, if you do not want your heads swelling and popping off like a balloon, I suggest you do exactly as I tell you, alright? First thing first, if you're prone to panic, take a couple of deep breaths. That's it. I know you can do it. Just...slow down a bit before--

Ah. Hmm. I did warn you.

At least you're still alive. Again, listen to what I say. Take a couple of deep breaths. Exhale...and repeat. Feel your lungs full of air. Try it. You'll feel better already.

Doing great so far. Great. Now, let's make it simple. I don't think you are able to comprehend this place or even me, so let's fix that, shall we? Imagine a place where you feel safe, or happy, or isolated. Picture that place in your minds while you steady your breathing. Alright? Now, can you see something? Is that a beach? Oh, wow. Now, that's a trippy landscape. Oh...keep that to yourself, bud. This is a shared space. You don't want them to see that, do you? I may have told you to imagine a place, but then again, I get to choose what to show.

Heh. Now this is more like it. A white, infinite space. Whoever you are, I think you got the right idea.

This time, it's my turn. I'll make it simple, so all of you can see who...or what I am. I think I'll choose the form that they're used to seeing. You'll like it, too.

Ta-da! How about it? Yeah, I know. You're wondering what you're supposed to look at, or at least imagine. Well, I'm a furry dragon, white as milk, with eyes as blue as sapphire. You can fill in the rest of the details yourself, given how all of you accidentally got yourself in here. It's my fault, really. Though, in my defense, it's been a while since I used my abilities. And also, in case you're wondering, I was in the middle of some epic battle.

Ah, but who cares? Within this space, I am beyond the laws of the universe I seek refuge in. Time doesn't flow, and so I can stay here as long as I like and they'd still be there, frozen, as time stood still. So, I have all the time in the world to fix my damn mistakes.

So, how do you do? How are your lives back home? Happy? Sad? Stressed out? Yeah, I know. I've been having such thoughts lately. Emotions of a sapient being, limited by their mortality and the shell of their bodies. You're no different than them. It will be a while before all of you can ascend into a higher plane and join us, but why would you want to do that so soon? You will achieve transcendence, one way or another. Maybe not in your lifetimes, but who knows? My point is, you better not rush. Nothing's good ever happen when you rush. Unless, of course, you're out of time, and if you don't rush, you'd never fulfill anything. If that's the case, then go on. Just try not to burn yourself out, ok?

Ah, now why am I having small talks while I'm supposed to be working? Guess having this much power is quite boresome. It's a good thing you're here. I can't let my friends in here, at least not yet. I don't want to make them terrified because, unlike you guys, they're bound to the rules of their universe. You are not, at least for now.

Hmm? Who am I? Well, let me ask you something. Are you sure you want to know? Worried that it will blow your minds? Heheh. Nah, I'm just playing with you. I'm more than what you can comprehend, but at the same time, I'm making sure you can comprehend me. Otherwise, we won't be talking to each other.

So, there is a short answer and a long answer. Short answer, it's hard to explain. Long answer, I am what you might call...extra-dimensional. I am a being unbound to any universe unless I deem it so. I can easily travel anywhere the Void leads me, and I decide whether I want to stay for a little while longer or move on.

Well...how about if I cut the chase and make it easy for you? I'm sure you heard about this before, in another story somewhere out there. Does the term 'light dragon' sound familiar to you? Yes? No? In what way? The 'light magic' way, or the 'extra-dimensional' way?

If it's the latter, then yeah. That's what I am. I am a light dragon. One of many spreads throughout the realities and the void between them. We are the light within the darkness.

Oh, I see. That's unfortunate. Yeah. We also feast on realities. It's our sustenance. That's how we stay omnipotent. In many ways, I am the apex predator. One of them, anyway. But then, I bet you're not on the menu. Not yet, at least.

Ah, come on. Don't give me that look. It's not as apocalyptic as it sounds. Nine out of then, you'll never know. You will just simply...cease to exist. Or, you'll live on as dreams, echoes of a reality long gone, sustained only by the memories of the people you once were. That dream will one day collapse, but even then, I bet you never know.

Depressing much? Would you feel better if I told you a lie? I don't think so. That's the truth. Besides, when I fix this Altered Reality, you'll not even remember having this conversation. Unless, of course, one of you kept notes of what we're talking about. I might have to turn that into a fictional account, buddy. An experimental, fictional account where you fill in the blanks of our conversation. It will be fun.

To be honest, I am not in the mood to eat realities. Not anymore. Realities are technically infinite since there are countless outcomes in a given situation. The simple act of turning left or right can determine the fate of something or someone at any given time and place. That decision will create a branch where a reality based on the outcome of that decision would play out. Then, there would be another choice. And another. And another. So on, and so on.

So, long story short, there are infinite possibilities. Infinite realities. Infinite sustenance. In a way, we are controlling the rate at which realities are created. But I'm sure you're wondering if we can ever beat infinity. The short answer is no. There are certain choices made that would end with the destruction of said reality. That decision is not as rare as you might think.

But infinity minus infinity is still infinity. It is what it is. For us, it's like the land of plenty.

Yet, there is but one rule that we must follow. All the realities are for us to exploit except the Prime Realities. Mess with that, and infinity will seem smaller.

I think there's a reality where they made a story out of this. Basically, you don't, uh...cut down the tree that bear the fruit of life. If you do, then kiss the fruits goodbye and sayonara to your life. But how about if the tree's both edible and tastes divine? Like, what if the fruit-bearing tree itself is the most delicious thing you have ever taste, and once you tasted it, the fruit tastes bland?

That's the issue we're facing right now. Someday, one of us will be curious about the Prime Realities. Then, they'd try one, and became blind to our purpose that they'll threaten the existence of everything, including us. Then everything will cease to exist...and thus the game is over.

The good news is? We're a dying race. We simply exist. We have no beginning and no end. I never remember when I was created. The concept of love and procreation sound so...foreign, and unnecessary. So, many of us, in pursuit of those concepts, willingly sacrifice their own immortality to life their lives in the universe of their choosing. That certainly makes us open our eyes.

Yeah, I know. It sounds like any other known races in the universe. Well, except the fact that they are going to start something stupid like creating a new Loom as a template for future generations of Reality Eaters. I know they're desperate, but could they at least choose someone who is not a girlfriend of an aspect of Death herself? I'm sure that did not matter much to us, or me. I don't give a damn about the complicated politics of the Void, if you can call that politics at all.

Glad that got sorted out in the end. Their plan's a little too complicated for me, but if it works, it works, I guess. Well, from what I can see, it doesn't work as planned at first, but what's important is the result. I'm glad for them. I really do.

Because I can learn how to make the whole process simpler, and because unlike them, I was never assigned to prime my reality to be feasted upon. With the chaos they caused, no one would suspect anything, especially if I chose the last reality they would suspect.

No one would think that I'd be hiding in a junk universe, right?

Well, someone will. We may be few, but we know how to think outside of the box since...well, we are what awaits those who peered into the unknown. But before that could happen, I have already found the Thread that connected my reality to the Prime Reality and snip it off, for the lack of a better term. A reality cut off from the Prime cannot be affected by changes. There is no alternate reality born out of a different choice made in this world. There is only a singular, linear path for the fate of this universe.

So, if, in the past, someone happened to try and change the future, they will fail, because it's no longer malleable. No more averting a nuclear war; the instigator may not be the one who caused it, but someone else will. No more convincing a future evil to be an artist or kill him when he was just a baby; someone else will adopt the same idea, and he might end up winning the war, but since the future is set, it will fall soon after. Maybe it's the rebels. Maybe it's someone who's too angry to die. Or if that's not the case, the universe itself will attempt to fix it by forcing someone to change the past to the right course. Like a rubber band, it will snap back. History will run its course, but the details might be subtly different.

Ah. I sound like a rambling old man. If I can call myself an old man. You get the gist, right? If not, don't think too much about it. Someone in your world might've had an idea to write it down or make a movie or something. Too bad no one in my reality has that kind of luxury anymore.

Anyway, I'm almost finished with the repairs. Once I'm done, this meeting will feel like a fleeting dream, then you'll forget about it. It's not as lucid as you might think, which is good. Don't get into the business of light dragons if you don't want a visit to the asylum. I have heard stories about people losing their minds because they could not comprehend our form, or imagine us as a many-eyed, ugly tentacled monster. The hell are they on?

Me? Well, since I cut the Thread to my world, I'm now part of the narrative. I have a role to fill. Can I change the plot for my own convenience? Hmph. If only it's that simple. I'm more of a self-aware character, but there are strings attached to me. This Altered Reality affords me a moment of respite, but not for long. In short, whoever's writing this will determine everything. Oh, don't worry. You're not part of the story, though I'm sure you have someone else writing down your story for you.

Just kidding. Don't want you to have an existential crisis or anything. You'll forget everything about me, anyway, unless you are reading this conversation as a story. I hope you enjoy me rambling to the audience that may or may not be you.

Oh, and one more thing. If you want to put me back into the midst of the action, try and tone down their curiosity, will you? I'm talking to the one with the pen. Or the keyboard. Or the holo-interface. Or...whatever you're using to transcribe this conversation. They don't need to know too much about me, and I bet the readers don't want you explaining everything again. It's for their own sake. I just want to be an observer, to nudge them in the right way and to enjoy being part of the story. You don't want to turn this story into cosmic horror bullshit with a lot of meta jokes. We have gone past that, alright? Leave me be.

Alright. Altered Reality's fixed and primed. Too bad this will be the first and last time we'll meet. I know you won't miss me.

Name? What good does it make? You won't remember me. Just do it? Urgh, fine.

The name's Sauersci. But if you prefer something more human, it's Sawyer. Got it memorized? Eh...that doesn't sound right. You won't even remember, so why bother?

Well, it's nice talking to you. Gotta go now.