I began to accept it this truth that unravelled everything I thought I knew.
"Can you tell me," I asked, my voice steady but shaken, "who... or what is the Essentials of Divinity?"
"Very well," said The True. "I will tell you."
And then, the truth unfolded quiet, immense, and beyond comprehension.
Before anything had shape... before hierarchies, before systems.
Before the word exist slithered its way into the mind of the first sentient beingEssentials of Divinity already was.
It is not "above" all things for "above" implies comparison.
It is not "greater" than everything for "greater" demands the existence of something lesser.
Essentials of Divinity is not the tree, but the root beneath all trees.
It does not belong to the system of existence.
It is total detachment from any system.
Not reality, nor the maker of reality but the reason why reality must be questioned at all.
It is beyond everything. Not because it is too powerful
but because it cannot be measured,
cannot be categorized,
cannot be placed.
It is the Non-Hierarchical Ontological Source
The origin of both existence and non-existence.
It does not create hierarchies.
It is the reason hierarchies exist or fall.
It was never created. For creation implies time and cause.
And Essentials of Divinity precedes time.
It is non-systemic existence.
Existence that does not need foundation,
because it is the foundation
of every possibility, every impossibility.
Even in the Realm of Godshead,
where The One, The Second, The Third, and The True stand as manifestations
Essentials of Divinity remains undefined.
"It is not above or beyond," The True said. "It is the absence of direction."
"It is not existence that leads to it it is why we must ask what existence even means."
"Nothing surpasses it, because it is not something that can be surpassed."
That... is Essentials of Divinity.
Not the highest tier of power
but absolute zero,
the unmoving origin,
the eternal vibration that never finishes sounding,
the source that needs no name.
"I... I understand," I said quietly. "Though not completely."
"You should reflect on your actions the ones that drained both Level Space and the Realms of Transcendental into emptiness."
"You thought you could rewrite the Chronicles of Codex, but your reach only extended to the Realms of Transcendental."
"I will correct my mistake. Then... I will return to my body."
"Go ahead."
And so I returned back into my physical form.
As I awoke, I knew I had slept for two full days.
School awaited me.
But something else stirred within:
I had realized a deeper truth.
That everything I had ever created
every storyline, every narrative thread
I could change them, shape them, with a mere thought.
No one could resist.
Yet, my influence reached only to the Scala of the Realms of Transcendental.
I knew more than I should.
Even the Realms of Godshead lay open before my mind's eye.
But I said nothing.
I could see all:
The past.
The present.
The future.
Not a detail escaped me.
And yet, I chose to live as an ordinary human
one who knew nothing.
With this omniscient awareness,
I came to understand something terrifying:
That the Chronicles of Codex is real.
Not metaphor.
Not myth.
It is a reality unknown to all
And the readers...
the humans...
They are verses written into the very Codex itself.