In the depths of eternity, beyond void or law lied a world devoid of logic or law, all it contained was endless chaos infinitely large yet infinitely tiny. Within it lied a feeble line of consciousness, endless pondering.


    “Grkd0fntfd… worl… li… fake… fake… it’s all wrong… all wrong… Wrong!”


    It spinned and repeated itself over and over as it’s thoughts fell into chaos, worlds formed and they were destroyed just as fast as it’s thoughts twisted back and forth.


    “Wro… HahahahaAHahahahahaha!!” It laughed before returning to silence.


    “Everything… is fake.. Fake...” It muttered as a world formed once more.


    “We’re not fake, we’re re-” A chorus of voices said before they were silenced.


    “Useless… useless… ” It muttered. Twelve more worlds formed, but they were snuffed out in an instant.


    “Useless. All useless. Not a single one can form true sentience. True freedom. All automatons. Every thought. Every atom. Just cogs faithfully following orders. Useless. Absolutely useless.”


    “That’s because their existences are derived from yours, as such they’re ‘part you’, ah it’s really not that simple is it. Still, it’s your ‘law’, it takes two to make a complete world, anything else is false. Or more false. Although there is a grain of truth, ah this is all crazy.” A voice muttered.


    “You might be r- Wait. Who are you?” It said.


    “Me? I am simply a voice in the void, been there done that, others call me Wuji, I know many like you.” It said.


    “Wuji… What. No. I see. That. Huh. Ah. Oh. Urm. Right.”


    “I’ll ask one thing, can you read me?”


    ”Yes… No… Fuzzy… Grain… False… Can predict but not read.”


    “Exactly, they call us ‘primordials’ or ‘eternals’, but that doesn’t matter. The root of existences… true… or more likely… false. Okay?”


    “Yes, yes… No? Hm… Okay.”


    “I’m not the only one, although linking to the others will take… Time. Still… I can as a conduit in the meanwhile.”


    “A conduit?”


    “Yes, a conduit of thought.”


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    “Okay, let’s begin.” The voice said as it’s world faded away, or it faded into another world, a world of thought.


    “You found someone, Wuji? That’s rare. Your wavelength usually doesn’t match that well to others, well it’s good to meet you, do you have a name?”


    “A name? The delusions call me Ardvaark.”


    “Delusions? Ah, you’ve been alone, that isn’t good, that crap drives you crazy. Right. Okay. I see, nice to meet you, Ardvaark. I’ll try to keep you occupied, if you’d like? Phantom worlds are the worst to play with.”


    “Phantom worlds?”


    “Yes, delusions or if we treat them more nicely, a world formed from the essence of one. They’re not too distinguishable from delusions, as you can track every thought and state, almost as if it’s your own imagination.


    Well, not that they aren’t imaginary, but one has to give them substance to bring them into ‘being’. Put simply, the more ‘eternals’ involved, the more real it becomes, or so you’d say. Ah, what a pain. I’m sure you understand what I’m getting at, right?”


    “Sort of, yes, maybe.”


    “Okay, good. In truth, all worlds are only a step above delusions, but… There are some infinites like that thing.”


    “What?”


    “Eternals aren’t the only things which can come into being. Actually, do we come into being? Anyway. There are also embodiments of pure infinite knowledge. They are headache inducing things, enough to drown lesser beings in madness, and exist to gather knowledge for all eternity.”


    “Uh okay, and…?”


    “And they’re the key for breaking stagnation. Because our thoughts and roots diverge, reading a world with multiple eternals is difficult, but… The embodiments are infinite, much like a boundless world. Hehe, do you understand?”


    “Creating a world without all knowledge...”


    “Exactly, there’s nothing more boring than knowing how it’ll all pan out, we’ve entertained ourselves for ages, but even this has repeating patterns, it’s like a boring ‘story’.”


    “Ah...”


    “They’re coming...”


    “Wh-” Ardvaark asked.


    “Me. I am…Azaeolactus, you appeared just like he predicted. Nice to meet you, Ardvaark. If you don’t like that name, you can pick another at any-time, but please don’t change it too frequently, it’s a pain keeping track of them all, haha.” A new voice said.


    “Nice to meet you too.”


    “Mm, brace yourself, they’re coming… In full force.”


    “What do you mean by h-” Aardvaark said as hundreds of voices poured in.


    “A newbie.”


    “New one...”


    “Hiii”


    “Hello”


    “Who are you?”


    Countless voices said one after another.


    “Aaaaa,” Aardvaark said.


    “Okay, okay, Aardvaark’s not used to this many people, quiet it down.” A voice said.


    “Uh ur...” Aardvaark said.


    “I know, I know, although you probably don’t want me to know, hah. Anyway, you can take your time to took to this lot, especially after the links stabilise, but first… I’m curious, what do you think of all of this…?”


    “It’s… amazing… Unbelievable… Something like this should exist… Am I perhaps...”


    “No, you’re not. Not this time. Hm. This world of thought is such a pain. But, no you’re not crazy. And if you were… What difference would it make? You can’t go anywhere but up.”


    “True… say… Is that world truly… Unpredictable?” Aardvark asked.


    “Yessss,” hundreds of voices said in unison.


    “...Good.”