I began rewriting reality piece by piece.
Starting with Level Space, I tried to restore it… to make it whole again.
But everything I wrote felt off.
It all felt wrong somehow.
Like the words no longer belonged to me.
Like reality itself had become foreign since I learned the truth.
I kept asking myself, over and over
Have I gone insane?
But no… I knew everything.
Once, I was just an ordinary student average, invisible.
But ever since I met The True,
something in me shifted.
Now, I answered every test question with flawless precision.
Every move I made was perfect.
Every decision, always right
because I knew everything.
And so I continued layer by layer
repairing the fabric of reality,
patching every fracture.
I worked until I reached the Realms of Transcendental,
and there too, I made everything right again.
Then I decided to test it.
I imagined a house catching fire.
And it happened.
I didn't believe it at first,
so I imagined tearing open a dimension
and before me, a jagged fracture split the air.
That was when I realized:
I was no longer writing stories.
I was writing existence.
I read back through my novel Chronicles of Codex
and saw every fragment of imagination made real.
I even knew that I was writing this moment.
I could twist cause and effect.
Bend time in both directions.
There is no alternate timeline.
There is only me.
From the shadows, The True watched me.
"You are just like us," he said.
"One of the manifestations of the Essentials of Divinity."
"You are the embodiment of both creation… and destruction."
"Not just omniscient but omnipotent."
"You are The Creator."