Nocht

The Multiverse of Narratives: Babel / Turis Omnium Is composed of beyond infinite amounts of Universes. Each Universe is a tale, a narrative that contains its own laws and powers. The Multiverse houses myriads of creatures and is constantly threatened by spawns of Chaos and Anomalies, things that aren't a part of the Multiverse and yet . For many, it is the Tree of Yggdrasil, The Dream of a blind idiot God, the Void that views narratives as viruses, The Great Supersystem, and so on and so forth. In all actuality, it is all of them, and it contains everything that had existed, existing, and will ever exist. The Multiverse itself has 4 regions, each region, as repeated, containing beyond infinite amounts of Universes. The Laws of the Multiverse The Laws of the Multiverse is what makes it run. Each law is intertwined with the other. The Law of Identity is also known as t

It was unknown to me how much time passed. I was too busy, or more like distracted by the amount of faceless people surrounding me. It seems like they grew used to me talking, in sign language that is. They still go apeshit when they hear voices though. It's not like I can't move at all, I can move my hands at the very least. An enormous amount of time passed and I could move my entire body again. I still feel like my legs are jelly, but standing up and walking are doable. I stepped outside and what greeted me was not the usual bleak sky. No, it was much more than that. "Whoa." The word came out of me in sheer awe. This place, this pocket dimension of theirs still have the gray skies. However, it was no longer bleak by any means, as millions of dancing stars littered the sky. I thought that it was strange for stars to move so energetically until one of the said stars descended upon me to perch on my nose. It revealed itself to be a type of insect that

An infant... and a woman. A dream? I see it, but the vision is vague. I'm... cradling it... speaking to it. To him. With her. But I cannot hear clearly. I cannot see vividly. Both... all senses are blurry. The infant- wait, how do I even know that he's an infant? Is it because he felt so little in my arms? That he felt like he could break to a million pieces with the slightest of force?  A fragile existence, a precious experience even though I cannot properly savor the incomplete moment. I wonder, how would I feel if I could see the little one's face? If I can hear the other voice that's so gently... humming? The tune is simple. Vague, but wistfully it wrings my heart so. It was new, yet familiar. I felt this yesterday with Junko. Is this also a part of me? I do not know... but I do know that I wish to stay in this peaceful moment forever, despite only feeling. The dream ends... and the sensation still ling