A Collection of Impossibilities

Scenario:

Ythrill, Kito, and Arkin venture into the inter to confront an oddly familiar being.

Three Universes stood side by side within this dimensionless Interplane; The broken Universe of Crystal, Ythrillaerestra, the eldest of them.

The Carefree Universe of Oddities, Kito, who despite his age has already witnessed his fair share of universally unusual occurrences.

The Manipulated Universe of Youth, Arkin, whose potential is just beginning to shine as a newborn star.

This place is scary, even to the wise, determined and youthful entities of existence.

This realm is simply... not their own. much how the Aethyll and Umbri cannot accept a mortal, this lifeless grey cytoplasm under normal circumstances would not allow their presence. but these were highly unusual circumstances.

The silence greeting their ears was unlike anything natural- not even the silent vacuum of space could come close to matching the eerie nature of this plane.

This sensory wasteland abruptly ended.

Slow applause resounded through the dimension, through their minds, through their essence. Just this all-encompassing slow teasing sound only fading when a voice did the same exact thing.

“I am impressed.” This was not sound, Nor telepathic thought. No, this was the transfer of information directly through the realm, through them, as if able to be read from any particle at a given time. this ‘voice’ was everywhere at once, yet... seemingly nowhere as well. it seemed unreal, all imagined, in their minds…

One Universe spoke before the others.”What are you!?” Kito yelled into the grey abyss, though unable to hear his actual voice, he knew exactly what words he had pieced together.

Kito was not given a direct answer.

The very existence around and within them suddenly reflected memories.

Their memories.

Alone in a snowy forest, dusk is approaching. The cold numbing your fingertips, face, ears. No hatred for the weather, no fear. The snow beneath your legs sting even through the protective clothing, but warmth can be felt on your arms. Pressure. You’re holding someone, laying on the cold snow covered ground.

“This isn’t what I intended…” The language, so foreign, yet...you understand it.

The pale woman dying in your hands…

your friend, your lover, the only one who trusted you.

The Quanix warrior's last moments within existence...she wanted to die protecting her religion, her beliefs, her people.

and you let her.

“You had better explain yourself now...before you get distracted again…” Death didn’t seem to scare the warrior.

You smile. Bravery...such an admirable trait. “Alright. I...I did promise, didn’t I.” The words, despite being so clear, were imperfect.

The warrior smiled in that mysterious way that so charmed you.

You explained everything, down to the moment life left her eyes.

Beneath a young sky, you stood, the heat nearly unbearable. You are glaring at a pale figure, staring you down with confidence.

“...What the fuck.” you mutter. genuine confusion and curiosity fill you for the first time in billions of years. “You aren’t even supposed to be here.”

The joy of the boy next to you alleviated it all. The fear, the anxiety, the fleeting thoughts of regret and despair...the wonder in this child’s eyes was even enough to prompt a genuine laugh.

For twenty minutes he stares off into the distance.

The night sky displaying every star, every constellation, every planet so very clearly...even the nearby galaxy and collections of space dust could be seen, all just a backdrop for the main event.

Crystalline mountains beneath brilliant shimmery blue waterfalls. the moon's light illuminated everything just right, refracting light to create a show of brilliance.

“I…” Was the boy crying?

“...Thank you. Truly....” he turned to you, smiling with tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

Every time any of them had to explain what they were to someone suddenly flashed through their minds, blurring what was their memory and what was another's. Then it continued with things that have not yet happened; unknown circumstances, locations, and people…

It eventually faded, revealing that the entire experience lasted only seconds. The Universes were not allowed time to collect their thoughts and recover from the experience.

“Their confusion, awe, disbelief, and wonder... May you now fully understand those emotions for yourselves.” Out of non-existence itself stepped a blurry, towering figure surrounded by an indescribable aura of power. It was masculine, tall, and imposing. It’ ears resembled that of a Quanix, adorned by a number of physical and nonphysical decorations. A golden crown atop Its head glowed with a swirling energy, it’s eyes... a mix of so many colors, seemingly blended to an impossible perfection, and underneath and around them were painted markings, elegant yet crisp against its tanned skin.

An unnatural, uncontrollable sense of intimidation hit the band of misfit Universes. They could not stop it, nor fully comprehend it. One, however, challenged it.

“What are you!” Kito yelled, enraged at this confusion and weakness, this lack of control and the sheer shittiness of this realm.

It’s booming all-encompassing yet nonexistent voice replied to the Universe, “A silly question little, Universe. Think, why don’t you?”

This pushed Kito over the edge. Pissed off, and terribly confused, Kito charged at this entity, fighting, or maybe even being, fearless.

Ythrill yelled and tried to stop him, but was not fast enough. Arkin would just watch what happens.

Kito attempted to summon a weapon as he ran, no success. He Tried to manipulate the ground, no success… as he neared the entity, ready to perhaps punch it, he smacked into the edge of existence.

His very essence was ripped from his physical body, which was frozen in time, simply standing there in front of what was himself.

His entire life seemed to flash before hs eyes, as the saying goes.

Yet it was not his physical existence being followed. The lives of every living creature that has ever existed could have existed or will exist were his, and ran through his mind, body, and essence within only a half second.

Every creatures painful moments, desolate times, and grieving seconds were his, every loving touch, ever fearful day, every life, every death, he all felt within this half second.

Every would-be feeling of success with a rising civilization, every glimpse of the future, every hope, every dream, every dying star down to the last moment of existence itself.

His essence was brought back, his physical body falling to the ground, drained of energy.

Even through all that he was allowed to remain conscious, his mind spinning, trying to recover.

There was noise... the ground... his senses faded back.

“...-ito!” Ythrill was yelling to see if he was alright but feared to approach.