After being ordered to rest for a full day yesterday, my body now feels very healthy and refreshed.
Even though my physical body feels very healthy, my mind is in disarray. I thought I would get scolded for skipping yesterday, especially since my teacher arrived so angrily and even destroyed my door.
But it seems not. She didn't even try to bring up her anger from yesterday.
So, if you ask what she's doing today, she's sitting across from me with a table between us.
She's casually sipping tea from her cup, while in front of me there is no tea, only a worn-out book.
"What's wrong? Read the book quickly," my teacher said, seemingly aware that I'm not focused. "And remember, don't try to flip to page 000. I've placed a sealing spell on it, so don't try to force it open," she continued with the prohibition.
"Alright, I'll try," I replied casually. It's not meant to be disrespectful or anything; it's just that my teacher doesn't like things to be too rigid or formal.
I started with page or Chronicle 001, with the following contents:
APPELLATION: Decarya
TITLE / EPITHET: Architect of Intersections, The Plural Reality, The Living Work
CLASSIFICATION:
Primary:Mythological
Status:Active
Scale:Cosmic (Multi-versal)
Tier:Abstract
ORIGIN: Decarya was born from an event called the "Symphony of Possibility." It began with a single, mature universe-known as Universitas Princeps or "Anchor Universe"-which became so dense with potential and branching destinies that it "gave birth" to nine perfect reflections of itself. When these ten realities first resonated together, the echo of creation awakened a single consciousness that became the soul for them all: Decarya.
FORM / ESSENCE: Its essence is the Interwoven Consciousness of Reality. Decarya has no body, for the ten universes are its body. Its thoughts are the laws of physics, its breath is the flow of time, and its dreams are alternative timelines. Every event within its ten worlds is part of its sensation and consciousness.
APPEARANCE & PERCEPTION: Decarya's presence is never an appearance, but rather a "glitch" in the fabric of local reality. You will feel it as a moment of total disorientation, where logic gives way. The cup on your table might feel cold one second and boiling hot the next, filled with coffee from another universe. Your shadow might detach from your body and wave with the wrong number of fingers. This is an experience of existential vertigo, a brief and terrifying awareness that your world is just one of ten notes in a cosmic song.
DOMAIN & INFLUENCE: Decarya is an artist whose medium is reality itself. Its domain is causal engineering. It constantly "refines" its work by moving, combining, or swapping elements between its ten universes. It might move an ocean from a drowning world to a dry one, or bestow the memories of a hero from one universe onto a coward in another to see what happens. Its influence is neither malicious nor benevolent; it is purely experimental and artistic.
VULNERABILITIES & COUNTERMEASURES: Its immense power is bound by three fundamental laws it cannot break:
Principle of Essence Conservation: It cannot create or destroy matter, energy, or souls. It is merely a brilliant reorganizer, not a true creator.
Reality Fulcrum: Its entire existence depends on the stability of Universitas Princeps (the Anchor Universe). A paradox or destruction within this core universe would lead to the total collapse of the other nine universes, as well as Decarya's consciousness.
Schism of Consciousness: Its consciousness is divided into ten facets that sometimes clash. To make drastic changes, it requires internal consensus. If its facets argue, it can be paralyzed by indecision, creating a brief "pause" where its influence weakens.
ECHOES IN HISTORY & MYTH: There is a myth of the "Eternal Blacksmith" who prayed to create the perfect sword. Decarya heard his prayer and "granted" it by combining the essence of the sword from ten realities into one. The result was a blade that existed in ten places at once, perfect yet impossible to hold, sharp yet unable to cut anything. The Blacksmith went mad trying to comprehend his own creation, a paradoxical artifact that became a monument to Decarya's power.
WHISPERS & FRAGMENTS OF KNOWLEDGE:
"Every choice you don't make will be made by another 'you.' Decarya sees all of you, and sometimes, it gets bored with the same story."
"Glitches in reality-déjà vu, things disappearing and reappearing-those are not errors. They are echoes of Decarya's breath as it moves something near you."
"Don't pray to it. You might not like how it 'fixes' your problems."
Note from the Scribe: While transcribing this entity, a terrifying thought arose: what if our reality, our entire history and destiny, is merely one of Decarya's ten "canvases"? Perhaps we are just a sketch, a preliminary study. This feeling makes our existence seem incredibly fragile. We might not be the main characters in our own story, but merely paint on a cosmic artist's palette.
After reading it up to the note, my teacher instructed me to always tell her when I finish reading one page.
"Are you finished? Okay, good. Now, what did you read there? What is that page about?" My teacher asked while biting a cigarette in her mouth. The index finger on her other hand produced a flame to light the cigarette.
So practical. If only that was used for something more useful. I let out a heavy sigh seeing my teacher's antics. Smoking is not good, especially at her age.
My teacher's expression changed as if she knew what I was thinking right now.
"You're not talking about my age, are you?" She asked with her characteristic sly smile.
I shook my head in denial. Lying for a good cause is permitted, especially when it concerns one's own safety.
Answering her previous question, I replied.
"Page 001 contains information about a figure or entity that is very difficult for me to understand, Teacher. I can't answer your question," I answered honestly. Because really, what can I understand when faced with something like a universe? What kind of being is that? I wondered. Is it even a being? And not just that, there are ten of them! Hahaha, that's ridiculous.
After thinking that and casually labeling it 'ridiculous' in my mind, I felt something was missing. I felt a sudden coldness in a certain part.
To confirm it, I tried checking with my hand, and sure enough, it was gone. The cold feeling I felt was because that thing was missing.
While I was confused about why it was gone, my teacher spoke. "That's a normal reaction. Because we don't know if it's true that there is a universe that possesses consciousness, and then, is it true that this world has twins?" My teacher said while looking at me. It seemed she knew I wasn't listening to her right now.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked to confirm, her gaze sharp and doubtful.
"Yeah, I'm listening. Something about twins," I answered randomly, based on the part easiest for me to understand, while my left hand was still trying to confirm the missing thing.
My teacher started again. "The chroniclers of the past claimed that Decarya indeed cannot be seen or its existence confirmed," she took a drag from her cigarette and continued, "but many things happen that suggest Decarya exists. Like several legends or stories that say a large lake suddenly appeared in a desert, and it wasn't an illusion but a real oasis."
To appear like I was listening, I tried asking a random question. "What do you mean, Teacher?" My question wasn't really seeking an answer, as I was still searching for an answer to something else-why was that thing missing?
"That is a phenomenon produced by Decarya's experiments. Our reality is its canvas," she answered with her hand on her chin, supporting her head. She observed me more closely in that pose. "It can move water from another universe, or another part of its 'body,' to this universe."
The cigarette in her mouth went out. She tried to light it again while saying, "Not only that, Decarya is also said to be able to influence small things..." A crashing sound interrupted her before she could finish, and the cigarette in her mouth remained unlit.
The crashing sound came from me. The chair I was sitting on suddenly had one of its legs break.
As a result, I fell backward with my skirt lifting up, causing my teacher's eyes to widen and her to miss lighting her cigarette.
Oh crap, she saw it, I thought, feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment.
"What are you doing? What's with your underwear? You're quite brave, huh," my teacher asked. "Aren't you cold?"
I knew she was definitely teasing me. This was all surely her doing-making it disappear and then making my chair break.
"It wasn't me," my teacher replied, as if she could really read my mind. "It was probably the doing of what you just read." She used her magic to lift me and the broken chair.
"What do you mean, Teacher? You didn't do it? So you're trying to say this is all Decarya's doing?" I asked while adjusting my position; the chair I used had been repaired by her using magic.
"Then who else? I truly didn't do it. And besides, why would I make just your underwear disappear when I could even make your entire outfit vanish?" She denied it with her hand on her chin, her face tilted away, not looking at me.
It seems she felt annoyed because I accused her. She can get annoyed too, it turns out. But what about her statement that she could even make everything disappear? That made me feel I needed to be more careful with my words around her.
My teacher then said "go back to the dorm and get your underwear and wear it" it seemed like she was still annoyed, she didn't even look at me when she said that.
"Okay" I walked towards the dormitory, but it wasn't easy, many strange phenomena occurred, such as the stairs continuing to increase as if each step I took wasn't taking me up.
And what's worse, when I opened the door to the room, what was behind the door was not my room but a desert with a large lake in the middle.
Oh shit this is getting real, where is my room. I tried closing the door and opening it again only to have the contents change to another place.
My bedroom door led to a forest, a royal throne room, or a nobleman's magnificent bathhouse. Eventually, I kept trying and found my room again.
I went inside and opened the wardrobe only to see some of my clothes disappear into beautiful dresses like those of a noble or even a queen.
I could see all sorts of shapes and variations of panties from very thin, mesh ones, to just a string.
What a strange collection, do the nobles really wear these? I feel disgusted. Aren't they cold in these?.I thought as I reached for one of the panties.
There's no choice, it looks like I have to wear one of them. Well, I'll go with the more normal one or the one with more fabric.
After wearing it, I went out of the room and met the teacher or Chronicler who came to my room yesterday.
We passed each other on the stairs, she wanted to go up while I was going down and she greeted me "how are you?, is your teacher watching you?" She said.
"Ah, thank you teacher for worrying about my condition, my teacher always watches over me." I didn't lie about the surveillance, because I saw a bird that always followed me behind the window.
"That's good, my advice is to be careful with what you say, hahaha..." She said that then laughed and just left.
Well, she's right, even though he looks like that, my teacher is a very powerful magician.
I resumed my steps, having stopped earlier. I stepped onto the first step, and the stairs instantly transformed into a slide.Oh shit I slipped and rolled down the stairs.
A loud sound was heard at the end of the stairs that had turned into a slide, well that sound was caused by my bottom colliding with the terrace below.
That's sick shit, I'm sure my teacher is laughing out loud right now
I got up and walked back, seeing my teacher from a distance, leisurely smoking. It seemed she had finished laughing.
As soon as I arrived I sat down on the chair, only to hear my teacher laugh and say "that's good, I didn't know your taste in underwear was so aggressive"
"That's not mine, it was there and some of my clothes were missing and replaced with clothes like that." I slammed the table in denial.
"Well...well I know that, but it looks like it fits and you like it right?, because otherwise you wouldn't wear it"
I was a little annoyed, but that was okay, because I seemed to feel comfortable wearing it. But that doesn't mean I like it; comfort and liking are different things.
Okay, back to the previous discussion, I'm fed up with all this "so is it true that there are ten universes or the tenth body of Decarya?" I asked, I couldn't stand it anymore and immediately wanted to Ending the discussion of page 001 Decarya.
My teacher stood, his robes fluttering in the wind "yes that is true, but for us mortals, it is impossible to prove or even cross between the ten."
I stared at her in awe at that moment. She looked so stunning as her robes blew in the wind.
"In conclusion, everything does not have to be proven to exist, because even the dreams in your sleep cannot be proven, only those who feel it know what it is like."
He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth and lit it."You can say, you dreamt yourself as a queen, but there is no proof that you actually dreamed it like that?"
My teacher kept saying while I kept looking at him in awe, I thought whether it was permissible for someone like me to be his student.
"Sometimes we just have to accept things without questioning them"