The last thing Klien moretti remembered was falling asleep after dropping a dying star on Amon and becoming the half-lord of the mysteries, although this allowed the will of 'Celestial worthy of heaven and earth' to awaken to a dangerous degree inside him. Even after that he did not regret the choice he made if he chose to redo it again he would make the same choice, to him giving Amon the tittle of 'mysteries' is the same as leaving Earth in the hands of a 'curley haired baboon'.
'jokes apart why do i have the humanity to lampoon, why did that squid stop screaming, something isn't right'-he slowly opened his eyes what greeted him was not an endless expanse of grey fog and black liquid he expected but a strange place that looked like a desert. An endless expanse of fine black sand with majestic sand dunes stretching far and wide. He could not see anything over a hundred meters fine black particles that looked a lot like ash was moving around in the air, although it was not dense it made visibility quite hard. He did not know why but he felt that those black sand and ash particles bore an uncanny resemblance to the grey fog. 'maybe its another ssefirot'-he mused inwardly 'but thats impossible, I should be inside the door of light. Even if this place is another sefirot it's definitely not one on earth.' He thought, he knew about most sefirots being quasi-omnipresent and having access to the spirit world. But strange enough his authority and symbolism had disappeared it was like he was never the lord of mysteries, looking down he was wearing the same gentleman's wear he used to wear back in tingen, he looked like a normal human he felt chills 'what the f*ck could make a great old one turn back into human, I have to be dreaming' this thought had only left his mind when a chuckle resounded around him it was was grand,majestic,indescribable,unimaginable and unfathomable.
"Quite the thought process you have" A voice that sounded like a myriad of prayers, like the whispers of stars and like the wind blowing between trees sounded. It came from all around him it felt like spirituality itself was talking to him, Hearing the voice made him want to kneel, sleep, yell and die 'so chaotic he thought 'oh fu*k choas dont tell me its the oldest one that explains how the world itself is talking and the different authoritys in his words'- "oh it appears I have been found" 'it's' voice sounded around him with a tinge of playfulness. But klien had his doubts ' how am I talking to you if you are 'him', as far as I am concerned 'he' is so irrational that -' his questions and doubts were cut off as another chuckle resouned around him "You could think of it as 'the orginal' being so chaotic that a rational side was formed, right now you are talking to the rational aspect of 'the original creator'.