Let me tell you an intriguing story about a dreamer, the beautiful Princess of Love, who always dreamed of her own kingdom. Yet every time she closed her eyes, she beheld a unique and wondrous world. A world beyond the reach of her physical sight. It was the most beautiful vision in her dreams, yet not even they could breach the infinitely layered void between her slumber and reality. And so it remained forever. Reality was as it had always been—somewhat bleak and bitter—but the princess found herself wondering: could I step into my own dream?
With this question in her heart, she sought out one of the three Queens, specifically the Queen of Compassion. The princess, our dreamer, was Love incarnate. She entered the hall where the Queen sat majestically upon her throne, lost in contemplation. The beautiful Love gathered up her dress, took her shoes in her hands, and leaped toward one of the four crystal thrones, among which her own sparkled. It stood at the very center of them all, rising with incomparable grandeur. With one nimble jump, the princess should have landed upon the throne, yet she accidentally found herself in the Queen's lap. She then broke into a broad smile, glancing at the Queen, who now emerged from her realm of thoughts and returned the princess's gaze with a warm smile.
"How beautiful you are, my little star. You are the only one who would come to me in such a way."
And the princess replied:
"And you are the only one who loves having me so near."
The Queen said, deeply moved:
"That is what I adore about you, my little star. I want you to be yourself and live free from formalities. I am also the only one who knows when you arrive with questions that I alone must answer."
But the princess, not refusing the familiar and affectionate welcome she often received from the Queen, immediately asked:
"I would so like an answer to the question that has long haunted me: can I enter the world of my dreams? For I wish to go there so dearly, my Lady?"
"Oh, my dear, it is not so simple—watch closely!" said the Queen of Compassion, suddenly freeing her hands from her sleeves and, as if with a snap, conjuring an entity. The princess watched with eager, curious eyes as the Queen worked her wonder.
"Wow, who is that, my Lady?" asked the Princess.
To which she replied:
"This is a God, and no ordinary one. Let us imagine that he, too, wishes to enter the world of his dreams. His worlds are so marvelous, yet he understands that he cannot."
"Why? He is just like us! Make it so he obtains what he desires." The princess pleaded with the Queen, her eyes nearly brimming with tears. The Queen looked at the princess and gave a soft, gentle laugh.
"My dear, I shall certainly do so. But for now, let me tell you my beautiful story, which is also my lesson. Alright?"
"You promise?!"
"Yes, I promise!"
"Very well," she said, wiping her eyes.
"As I mentioned, he wishes to enter the realm of his dreams. His world would be filled with all he desires, yet there exists that which prevents his dream from becoming reality."
"Look, princess, at this very moment we are observing him. He is also my creation—a small, albeit insignificant, part of me. I would so love for him to speak with me, yet not everything is subject to our dreams." She looked upon the princess with a sorrowful gaze.
"But how, my Lady? It cannot be! What of the fact that we can see him?"
"You think correctly, my little star. Yet he cannot see us, for I have placed a barrier between us—this barrier allows him to exist. Without it, he would be utterly consumed by your magnificent gaze. The truth is, he is so minuscule to us that even your glance or mine is perilous to him, and so I fashioned this barrier." The Queen thought to herself, And I am ever calculating.
But the princess rose from her knees and asked:
"But I do not understand what this is all about," she said, disheartened.
"Do not sorrow, my sunshine, the fault is not yours. It is only that I explain with bias and at times in ways too difficult to grasp. I wished to say that even your worlds and my god are the embodiment of our dreams. You are a higher being, as am I; for us, any attribute—be it a dream, a fantasy, or perhaps a possibility, like so much else—is but a fragment of that which our understanding cannot reach. And I will show you what happens if you attempt to intrude upon a place where you and your comprehension cannot venture."
The Queen dispelled the barrier. A mere sliver of possibility was enough for the God to grasp something before he was erased by the Queen's exquisite eyes.
"I cannot believe you simply let him vanish!" Tears now glistened in the princess's eyes, and the delicate dam holding them back threatened to break under the sudden weight of her sorrow. She was wounded by the Queen's terrible truth about her very nature, and by the broken promise—it cut her deeply.
"Oh no, oh forgive me, my dear! Forgive this dreadful example, I beg you, do not weep, or I shall be ill as well! I implore you, cease your crying."
Without a moment's hesitation, the Queen restored the god, but this time she crafted a separate world for him, to show the princess that she would always stand by her side.
"Look, my precious, look—he lives again, and see how joyful he is in his new world!"
The princess, seeing this, began to calm down, but suddenly the tears streaming down her velvety skin resembled the morning dawn awakening a solitary rose. A dewdrop, having decided to leave its companions, sparkled on the rose's beautiful petals. It rushed downward, skillfully leaping from petal to petal.
In its immense hurry, the princess's tear decided to travel all the way to her beautiful little nose, passing by her sculpted lips along the way. It decided to leave a memory of itself with a final leap into the abyss of possibilities. The glittering tear, falling as if foretelling something special, split into four smaller teardrops in the air. These weak, seemingly insignificant tears captured the attention of the Queen and the princess, for their final impact on the surface produced a hum of hope, transmitting a farewell chime.
The realization that these tears could embody a part of a beautiful and joyful moment in the peaceful Princess's life was a true surprise. The tears, as if endowed with will and feeling, demonstrated their devotion and regret. They became the beginning of a new life, taking different forms and slowly rising toward the light from oblivion. This spectacle stunned the Princess and the Queen.
"How did you do that?" Her Majesty asked tensely.
"I don't know myself, Your Highness. Perhaps this is one of those possibilities I must seize. You said yourself that we are higher beings, and everything that happens to us is merely a reflection of our desires. Doesn't that mean that a dream, a possibility—it's all inside me?" she uttered, welling up with tears of joy. Despite all the emotions, she managed to say these words with confidence.
Compassion was perplexed. Her thoughts were only of her, of the beautiful princess. This is very strange, thought the Queen: how could she not have foreseen such an outcome? There is nothing she could not know. All of history is her personal chronicle, and she is the mother of all that exists. Nothing and no one could act without her knowledge: even a leaf, about to fall from a tree, sought the Queen's indulgence. And yet, the princess had managed to do so much that the Queen found herself at a loss.
"What is it, Your Highness?" the Princess asked, frightened.
"Nothing for you to regret, my little star. I was merely thinking about these i'fractions," the Queen said with a smile.
"What's wrong with them?"
"Nothing is wrong with them. I only ask you, do not take even a step toward them," the Queen said warningly to the princess. "For you would not want them to come to harm."
"So you are telling me, Your Highness, that my step could be their last?" But the Queen said nothing, merely looking into the princess's eyes.
And the princess pondered:
"Will it truly be like in a dream? I will see them, but I will not be able to touch them." And suddenly an idea struck the princess; she decided not to exaggerate in front of the Queen but to impress her with a piercing insight. The princess became completely lost in thought, her understanding beginning to create barriers and patterns, deciding to create her own page of love in the Queen's chronicle. The princess slowly began to descend from the throne, without putting on her shoes, daring to run, forgetting all etiquette. But how could one be angry with her, when she was dancing so beautifully? Yet her dance did not last long.
Soon, with impetuous steps, she drew closer and closer to the spheres. The Queen was worried, for she understood that one wrong step would mean the end for these spheres. Even worse, the princess might not withstand their disappearance. But she was already approaching, her steps so light that a mere breeze would have lifted her high, and she floated like clouds in a sea-blue sky. Perhaps it was a matter of etiquette, or perhaps the princess had grown so fond of these spheres that she was afraid to touch them, but one thing she knew for sure: she must try to give them life.
"Your Majesty, what must I do to not harm them when I approach?" the princess asked doubtfully.
"My silly girl, why must you approach them at all while we are talking here! Life is being born, but you could deprive them of their right to this life. Does Her Grace truly require sacrifices?" She decided to chastise herself after these words, for this was the very truth she did not want to hear.
"Do not worry, just tell me how not to harm them, and I will manage," she said, filled with hope and self-control.
"You should think less about them and worry less about the harm you might cause."
Doubt enveloped her, and she gradually began to question her decisions, but she heard the Queen's non-inertial support. The Queen herself could not know the outcome, but the princess was confident in herself. To begin, she decided to banish thoughts of the spheres for a minute and began to recall the Queen—how lovingly she treated the princess, how deeply she wished for things to always remain this way. Streams of pleasant memories accelerated her concentration; she became more active and attentive. But the moment she approached one of the spheres, only a shadow remained of the bright memories. She stands before them, and it seems she has achieved what she so desired, but this illusion proved to be a lie for her—for this was not all, it made her anxious. At the most inopportune moment, her aura flared, and her presence became dangerous. But it was too late: the energy flow caused recursive effects that reflected on the fourth i'fraction—the farthest from the others, but the closest to the princess. She tried to calm herself, but she could not find peace.
The crunch and impact of shattering fragments
In these fading, infinitesimal shards, entire worlds and civilizations seemed to be visible.
"Oh no, is this really happening! How is this possible? It's happening again."
"Why did I not foresee this outcome?" the Queen began to ponder this, her main concern being that her small, delicate princess would not burst into tears. Having decisively thought it over, she said: "Just don't worry, it's not worth crying over. You are a princess; such a state does not befit you." But looking closely at her, the Queen was surprised. She stood with the same smiling face as before. "But why did I think she was crying?" the Queen said to herself.
Meanwhile, the princess:
"The main thing is not to shed a tear. The main thing is not to shed a tear. Let's remember what the Queen said about the spheres. She mentioned a barrier, something like a shield. That means I need to create my own barrier and add settings to it! Let's try that. It's important not to make a mistake, like the first time with the i'fraction."
First, she needed to create a foundation. She would make it as a base upon which everything else would rest. An idea! While we had only heard of the princess's actions and guessed what she would do, her configuration was already prepared.
Could this be success? Now she needed to create a chamber for these spheres, where they could preserve their fragile existence.
Perhaps she needed to apply settings to the layers as well. For the worlds to maintain balance, there must be transitional levels between them, thanks to which each layer would differ from the previous one. This would help balance the forces between powerful and weak beings, thereby creating pleasant conditions for their coexistence. Henceforth, she named these layers hyper voids, which would serve as boundaries between "levels of existence."
The princess was overflowing with joy, and she acted with astonishing confidence and speed, not even noticing how the Queen was now standing behind her.
The Queen was inspired: she felt so light at heart, for she could finally see her little princess fulfilling her dream. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," the Queen asked with a smile.
"I... I... I did it, Your Majesty!" the princess exclaimed, full of delight.
"Did you see? I was so splendid and acted according to your guidance!"
The Queen, kneeling on one knee and leaning toward the little princess, lifted her hair and gently kissed her forehead.
"You are my little star," the Queen uttered with heartfelt tenderness. "I believed in you and knew you could do it!"
"Thank you, Your Majes..." but her words were interrupted by unexpected footsteps, heralding the arrival of the Tsaritsa of Wisdom.