The hole gives them a very weird sense of feeling. 'Why did I notice it? Why am I wasting time on it?' In the end they don't understand why exactly they feel this way for such a small inconsequential dot.
Throughout their writing career, it isn't the first time such a thing has happened. Sudden creases, missing dialogues, withered ink strokes that can not be made out, but none of them really left an expression as strange as this one, it felt like it wasn't their own, but something they heard from someone else.
Or something that feels like a deja vu, that they experienced something like this before, but they can't be too sure, either it's been such a long time or its a LostHistory.
Before they can decide what to do, they find themselves just before the hole. They finally make up their mind to leave it behind, and get moving, the page containing it is randomly placed on top of the stack of pages, the entire work space is filled with such stacks, with no end in sight.
As they continue writing, on the new page, they involuntary look back through their sideview, only to find the hole has disappeared."
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It seems the Anomaly, is still trying to find a way into Re-existence.
The Black blob is staining everything in its way- the folds that have been compressed to the limit, with an almost fractal quality, are being slowly but surely filled with its essence.
No matter how much the Black blob increases in size, magnitude or even something as incomprehensible as remaking a Proof of Existence.
Unless they are aware of the trick, they'll be trapped in this place without even feeling like any time has passed in their own point of view.
But even if you are aware, you need to know a good enough method and be able to perform it, so that you can make an escape attempt.
But it's Realm is indeed probably not too high. If not it would not be so easily trapped inside this Space-Crystal.
A World is on a Realm of their own.
The Status of a World is vastly more rich and Powerful than that of an individual-
While the individual has the choice to tread on their own Path of Power, that too is only possible because of the existence of a World to support them.
On the other hand, a World can naturally form a Power-System if it just keeps progressing in any Path of Power, creating and deriving new Paths from them.
As a result there are countless Worlds with similar structures of Power, but none are compatible with each other.
The Dharma War, where such Power-Systems worked together, is straight up nonsensical to the degree it's like a fairy tale.
From the memories of my Mother, I couldn't even tell where my World was, or what even happened, as if everyone had become part of a single whole, yet still retained their own existence.
But that revealed some things to me- that even individuals can become Worlds if their Status rises enough or achieve something, some kind of state that can transform them into one.
That is also what influenced me to take the Path of Convergence.
I am increasingly sure of it now.
Its as if the Prophesized Moment, is still in effect.
Not just the after-effects, but it's still prevalent in anyone with a Power-System that is closest to that time, it might even be still around in some special Avatars, artifacts or Secluded Domains from the War.
Now, I have only heard about my Worlds' destructive and hopeless might in the stories of the First Avatar of my World, just like any other being inside it.
The World seems to accumulate History in the form of Stories, instead of being stashed down a data-server, though I do think there could be one.
As a result I only know what everyone knows, and even the World seems to encourages this form of accumulating History for some reason.
At first it was the just a substance, the first one to be created purely from Condensed Space, a true random event.
As it gained conciousness and started to accumulate History, it gradually became aware of its Status in it's World.
The name of its original Path of Power is lost to History, but it is believed that it could give it's own properties to Space as long as they become a part of it.
The specific properties it gave to this World, I did not find it in my Mother's History or even the World's own when I was still it's Avatar.
I would have eventually been able to take all of it, if things progressed as planned.
There would be some difficulties along the way as I don't know what else this World is hiding. The foundation and innovations needed to become a Named World are steep.
And so far, I haven't seen much to be impressed. Even my mother was just one of the Avatars, to pave way as another small step on its Path.
I have heard that it tried to become a Named World before me, as well, but the method it used was much more daring, than just waiting for it's New Avatar to develop a New Variant Path, and develop into one.
Even before me, there has been many Avatars who created Paths helping it tremendously just like my Spaceblowing would have, these systems of Power have strict requirements and also resources, that take a long time to accumulate, that too if everything goes well, and it has everything it needs to even procure them.
Only my Power-System was one of the few and also the most important in terms of usability and resource production, as it was based on the Primary Power-System, something it can use effortlessly, with unlimited availability, and also as a foundation to create new artifacts, abilities, technology and even the most important quality- Isolating the Hidden Space-Energy.
But am I really the first one? There has to be other ways, it probably has many other trump cards, it's unwilling to show. I was just a cheap but humongously profitable investment.
Even now, if it had the capability, it would throw us out of it, instead of wasting this much Compressed Space to deal with us.
I could just escape from here easily, in my state, but my Premonition, is telling me that sticking with that thing will probably give me something even bigger.