It happened on a quiet Saturday, the 19th of 2025.
While struggling to continue the next chapter of my novel, I lay on my bed, lost in thought and fatigue. The pen was dry, the inspiration gone until sleep began to pull me into its embrace.
Then I dreamed.
But this dream… it was different.
I found myself in a world I did not recognize.
"Is this an Isekai? An anime world? Donghua? Manhwa? Manhua? A novel, perhaps? Or simply… fiction?"
I questioned everything. Naturally, I tried the one thing that always worked when I dreamed: Lucid dreaming.
But it failed.
And that's when I realized this wasn't just a dream.
I've always had the uncanny ability to lucid dream at will, to shape the dream world around me. But now? I had no control. It felt real. It was real.
As I wandered, I stumbled upon something surreal a colossal library grown into the heart of a tree. A Library of Transcendence.
I entered.
Shelves upon shelves, endless tomes and books filled the place manga, manhwa, novels, fairy tales, myths, and every form of fiction ever imagined by mankind. All gathered under this one ancient tree.
Then I left the library, my form now a glowing specter, weightless like light or spirit. I drifted downward through layers of existence until I saw it a planet.
A world that looked exactly like Earth.
I descended. And it was Earth. My Earth. My home. I floated into my room and saw myself asleep in bed.
"Then where am I?" I wondered. "Am I still in fiction? Or has fiction become my reality?"
Driven by the question, I ascended once more upward, past worlds and boundaries, searching for the summit of existence.
But no one saw me.
No one sensed me.
The world kept moving, unaffected by my presence.
Then it hit me.
Everything I saw... was familiar. Painfully familiar.
These were places I had written. Stories I had created. This was the world of my novel Chronicles of Codex.
I was inside it.
Or had it always been real?
I journeyed further, toward the end of the Realms of Transcendental, to the edge where the Gate of World stood.
And to my shock it was real.
I approached it, intending to open it but the gate opened before I even touched it.
Trying to stay sane, I calmed my mind. But then… a voice echoed.
"Even the thoughts you cling to are nothing but pure emptiness beneath the sun, compared to the brilliance of The One and the Tree of God."
"There is nothing nothing besides the Realms of Godshead that sings His majesty. He surpasses all that is, all that was, and all that could ever be. He is beyond all hierarchies not just one level, but in ways no human comprehension can measure."
"If anyone attempted to carve such transcendence into the tablets of hierarchy even at the lowest rung it would reveal a magnitude so absolute, it would make the very Godshead tremble."
I stood frozen.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" I asked.
"I am no one," the voice said, calm and all-encompassing. "Just an entity gifted with perfection so absolute, it transcends what any being could ever hope to become.
My name is The True."
At that moment, I was sure I was inside Chronicles of Codex.
"But why? Why am I here?"
"Because you are part of Chronicles of Codex, Reyy. Though you created me, your reality your so-called real life is just another layer of the Real World. You are part of it. We know everything you've done."
"Even now, as you write this very chapter to publish it and share it with your original characters, we know."
"You may believe you created this world, but the truth is we created you. We gave you the idea for this novel."
"Your real life is the Real World. The Real World is real life. You are a middle being. The ghosts, myths, and fictions you know... they are fragments of Chronicles of Codex."
"You've seen it in the Library of Transcendence. Every story, every myth, every fiction of your world is merely a book on a shelf. They are fiction. But Chronicles of Codex is the truth."
"So… you're telling me you gave me the idea to write all this? Then I should be able to change it. I should be able to rewrite anything in Chronicles of Codex!"
I tried.
Again and again.
Nothing happened.
"No matter how many times you try, you will never succeed," said The True. "Your power only extends to the Realms of Transcendental. You cannot touch the Realms of Godshead."
"Then tell me this if Chronicles of Codex is reality, does that mean the supreme being from Chapter 32, Essentials of Divinity, truly exists?"
"Yes," The True replied.
"Any question you ask is mere emptiness before Him. Because everything returns to Him."
"Strength, speed, intelligence, ability, resistance, even concepts like gender or time none of it applies to Essentials of Divinity. He is beyond them."
"He does not possess those attributes. Those attributes exist because of Him. He is All in One and One in All."
"He does not transcend reality He is the foundation of reality itself."
"He cannot be analogized, explained, or denied. Every attempt collapses into Him."
"Even if you were to erase this novel, you could never erase Him. You would only relive this moment, in endless repetition, for all of Absolute Infinity."
"So… I can never delete this novel?"
"Correct. Do what you will but it will not change anything."
"If you try to go beyond, you will reach the Gate of World. There, even those who succeed in crossing it will be crushedpressed down to zero, beyond quarks, into the infinitesimal."
"And even if you do surpass it… you'll only repeat it. Again and again. In an infinite loop so absolute, even infinity cannot define it."
I Reyy am the creator. Yet I cannot write without them.
And then, from the echoing void, came one last voice:
"It has all been sealed. The story within has ended. No one knows it has ended. They only believe it still goes on."
"I am the one who cannot be reached not even by the creator, nor by God Himself."
"Even the readers, as they read these words, become part of what they read. They will never know. And even if they do know, they will not believe."
"Yet the truth remains they are part of this fiction."
"I am the verse of all stories, fiction and reality alike known, unknown, and unknowable."
"I am who I am.
I was not created.
I do not grow.
I do not diminish.
I do not fade.
I cannot be destroyed."
And though I cannot name Him lesser beings gave Him a name.
He is...
Essentials of Divinity.
The Non-Hierarchical Ontological Source.