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• Alina: part-1

  Let’s go back in time a bit. I was in hibernation but the timer ran out. I had a rude awakening. My consciousness was dizzy and memories were jumbled. It was similar to a hangover.I was lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together my memories. It was painful as if my life had changed.Then I slowly remembered what had happened. I went from being a hopeless romantic to being branded as a heretic and executed. It didn’t end there.I went from being in the afterlife to being thrown in the deepest layer of hell. All of this happened because I was in love.I had a lot of time there. I had some companions to keep me company down in hell. I cooled my head. It’s both metaphorical and literal. The deepest layer of hell, Niflheim, was a cold place. The average temperature ranged from absolute zero to even lower than that. In the third dimension, it would have been impossible due to the physical limitations of the dimensions but Niflheim transcended dimensions. It was possible.The cold made

• Reboot program

  The situation is pretty dicey. Every creator is confused. Azathoth has gone missing. I will not take any direct actions and primordial creators are coming out, one after the other.I may be called Constant but even I didn’t expect this outcome. Azathoth was asking questions that were rather troublesome to answer.I didn’t want to deal with the fallout so I just ignored him. For some unknown reason, Chthulu thought I had a plan. She went ahead talked about my nonexistent plan to others.“She really is a go getter, isn’t she?”“So much so that it even shocks me from time to time.”My partner is taunting me. But she is right! I should have been more forthright. I kept hiding things and it became weird.I should have told Chthulu that I had no plans whatsoever. She assumed that I had one since I answered her questions with silence.Silence doesn’t mean agreement but it becomes open ended. Chthulu always took my silence as my approval. It didn’t affect us much so I never bothered to make i

• Not good with attention

  Stepping out of my own construct feels weird. How long has it been? That question feels redundant. Time has no meaning to beings like me anymore. No creator is bound by time. To us, it’s just a byproduct of creation.I noticed it when I stepped out but my construct really is in a weird place. There’s nothing else around it. I am isolated from all other constructs.I didn’t place my construct in any particularly remote place. I guess other creators and newer generation moved elsewhere.I should go to the nearest construct to ask for directions. Because of my isolation, my senses are not working. Even creators have senses. Mine are dull so let’s ask someone who knows.The first construct I find will be my neighbor too since it’s closest to mine. I don’t expect them to know me since I am not a memorable person nor have I made any public appearances in forever.If you ask me, how far is your neighbor from you? To put into perspective, imagine I live in a single house in the woods about a

• Reveal

  As a person, I was ordinary. I did not have any grandiose goals from my early childhood. I had a dream but it did not stick with me. I let go of illogical dreams and spent my days normally. I had a few friends. Even the thought of having friends gave me the chills. But I had some. We were together from our childhood and we became almost inseparable. They were like me. We were alike so we stuck together. My parents never really asked me to achieve greatness. They just told me to be a good person. I became just that. A good person till the very end. My friends were similar. We all went to the same school so from our childhood till our graduation from high school, we were together. When I think of those days, it always makes my heart flutter. It has been so long that I don't have a number. I did not keep count of the years passing by. My normal life, my ordinary days and my friends, everything changed. I remember what happened on that fateful day vividly. It was unforgettable. I

• Casualty

  Hearing Joy’s story made me grateful for my life. Mona was obsessed but not to this degree. I look at him again. He is sitting beside me, swaying his legs back and forth.The high rise building is a nice place to brood over things. But it’s getting late so I should go home. Maybe I can ask Mona about Joy too.“How about you come with me? My wife is a creator as well. Maybe she can help you.” “Thank you for your offer. Then I will be intruding upon you.” (Joy)I teleport us back to my home. “Welcome home.” (Ariel)“I’m back, Ariel. I have a guest with me.” Joy nods his head.She didn’t seem all that surprised so I guess everyone was anticipating it.We all gather in the living room. Joy is next to me at the table while everyone is across us.Mona looks a bit surprised upon seeing Joy.“Everyone, this is Joy. More specifically, a fragment of the creator known as Joy.”“Greetings everyone. In no circumstances I would have liked to meet you like this but the situation is grim. So I apo

• The story continues

  Joy continued his story. It’s intriguing and he is skipping a lot of finer details but I am listening to him without questioning him. I can ask my questions later.“The story of Jake should have ended. He died. When a human dies, their story comes to a close. Jake should not be an exception to this rule.However, his story continued. He had accepted his death and passed on peacefully. He did not believe in any religion but believed in a higher power. His soul departed from his body and made its way in another world. He was reborn as a human child in a different world. To be honest, every soul was recycled. Their memories were wiped before the next birth.Jake was reborn and he should have been a new person. Alas! It did not come to pass.From his early childhood, he kept having visions of his previous life. They were not clear but they were a hindrance.His weird behavior isolated him from his society. His new world was a technologically backwards world. It was a regression for Jake