Navigating between domains—the Human Domain (all of them), the red, yellow, and blue moons (each contained within infinite planes, each plane within a page, each page within the Creator's Forest)—and even the forest itself and its self-referential sky…
…until reaching the domain where rules aren't applied, but rewritten.
As Elaen advanced, reality didn't flow:
it was edited.
The infinite planes of the moons overlapped like layers of translucent glass:
Σ(planes) → ∞
conceptual collision = stable (only in her presence)
In her wake, the leaves of the Creator's Forest didn't sway with the wind; they decomposed into a rain of golden pixels and fragments of binary code:
010101 → 000000 → 010101
…reassembling once she had passed.
The background blurred into infinite speed:
v → ∞
t ≠ linear
But Elaen remained in a focus so sharp it felt like she had been cut out from a reality… more real than reality itself.
+@++@+#+#+#@
Elaen: Don't speak anymore.
Narrator: S-sorry… (sighs)
Elaen extended her hands.
Not toward a place.
But toward everything.
Every existing instability—in every plane, every narrative, every concept—was detected simultaneously:
∂(chaos)/∂(existence) = 0
Including those that hadn't happened yet, those that would never happen… and those whose probability was exactly:
P = 0
and yet still interfered.
On the Blue Moon, a deity observed Elaen standing over a dream-world, unable to comprehend what it perceived.
A faint smile formed on its face.
It approached.
Akaol: Hello, beautiful. Are you a new deity around here?
Elaen didn't respond.
It wasn't indifference.
It was irrelevance.
She continued stabilizing everything through thought alone:
Even nothingness was being stabilized.
∅ → constant
Akaol: Hey, are you listening? —raised an eyebrow and stepped closer—. You think you can just ignore me like that? Who do you think you are?
When Akaol tried to invade her personal space—
the air changed.
Not in density.
In definition.
The space between them began expanding mathematically:
lim (distance) → ∞
contact = impossible
Its hand moved forward.
But it never reached.
Never would.
A crystalline hum emerged from Elaen's bandages:
frequency = pure
amplitude = conceptual
Akaol's divine essence began flickering:
existence(t) = 1 → 0 → 1 → 0
Elaen remained with her eyes closed.
The bandages covering her sight moved with a wind that wasn't wind:
it was primordial thought,
the essence of definition itself, defined by Alcanor.
Akaol clicked its tongue.
Annoyed.
It summoned two more deities.
One manipulated the concept of "escape":
escape ∉ system
The other severed the mathematical abstraction of velocity:
v = undefined
Akaol grabbed a rope made of pure essence.
They smiled.
Victory assumed before execution.
Akaol: I wonder if anyone's tried you yet.
The three deities laughed.
Akaol threw the rope—
and wrapped it around Elaen.
But then—
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[Attempting event reconstruction…]
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Final result:
The three deities were suspended, hanging like clothes on a divine line.
Elaen hadn't moved a single finger.
But the equation was clear:
action(Elaen) = absolute result
Then—
she wasn't there.
No one remembered if she had ever been.
memory(global) = ∅
Elaen: Stability is important… and it's becoming more fragile.
—she remembers Null—
—her teeth tense—
Elaen: Ever since that anomaly appeared.
Elaen walked through the structure forming the Creator's Forest.
She didn't traverse it.
She corrected it.
Stabilizing every concept:
existent ∪ non-existent = aligned
-@-#-;+#-)@+2+
She stabilized the texts of every narrative.
Words floated, distorted, vibrating with erratic typography.
Elaen extended her fingers.
The threads of text responded.
She tightened them.
Aligned them.
Corrected them.
grammar > chaos
structure > free will
Elaen: That's better. Balance remains.
Through echoes—not of sound, but of the concept of "echo" itself—she perceived a dissonance.
Someone was challenging Alteor.
Elaen clenched her teeth.
Elaen: These lower beings… always challenging the one who created them.
(sighs)
Elaen: My creator has no reason to pay attention to such insignificance.
Elaen had already reached the region of ineffability.
Where "explaining" ceases to function.
Where:
meaning → unstable
language → insufficient
thought → diffuse
It is the limit where reality admits it is constructed.
The challenger was an eternal deity.
It had destroyed its own origin.
Dependency = weakness (according to him)
Elaen: This deity is even more foolish than the Author.
(soft sigh)
Elaen: In any case, my work here is done.
The challenger perceived her.
Turned.
Its aura distorted laws:
c(light) ↓
c(sound) ↑
Tera: Who are you? Is Alteor afraid to come and sends his servants?
(laughs)
Tera: You must be trembling.
Elaen: On the contrary.
Her voice was perfect.
Without fluctuation.
Elaen: My creator—Alteor, as you call him—grants you free will —she said it not as a warning, but as a fact— Because if he wished, a single word would be enough… and all of you would fall.
Elaen's thoughts:
Yes… even with Alanai by his side… Alcanor has always been the final word…
Because he was the first…
And he will be the last…
For everyone… including me.
Elaen smiled.
Tera didn't understand.
He grew enraged.
Tera: What are you laughing at, girl?
Elaen: That's none of your concern. Weren't you taught to respect your superiors?
Tera: You think you're superior?
Tera lunged.
Ignoring gravity.
Ignoring friction.
Ignoring causality.
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Result:
Tera was buried into the ground.
Elaen's hand rested on his head.
As if it had always been there.
Elaen: I don't think so… I am.
…
…: Elaen, that's enough. I'll handle the rest.
Elaen: Finally you arrive… I was wondering when the first Supreme God would show up. Were you resting on your throne, Aeyr?
Aeyr: Let's say… yes and no at the same time.
Elaen: Your confidence surprises me… You used to kneel… even as "the strongest."
Aeyr lowered his head.
Around him, reality bent.
His power didn't diminish.
It submitted.
f(power_Aeyr) < f(presence_Elaen)
Aeyr: I still make sure not to disturb you… Being Alteor's right hand surpasses any responsibility.
Elaen: Finally, someone understands.
(sighs)
Aeyr: Though it seems you enjoy it once you're done.
…
Everyone was buried.
Elaen clenched her teeth.
A vein marked her neck.
Elaen: And you were starting to grow on me.
She snapped her fingers.
chapter = ended
Error404_: Now everyone finishes my chapters except me…
(sighs)
Error404_ looks through the screen.
Error404_: By the way… Alteor is Alcanor. Just different names depending on who says it… like "Eterodivinitar," "Remote Deity"… you get it. —nervous smile— Wish me luck… before Alanai deletes me. xd