In my quest for knowledge and experience, I left my dimension in order to travel the worlds and, who knows, to know who I am and why I am. I have come across many similar entities here and there from the places I was visiting. So-called humans, elves, other humanoid creatures, even things that couldn't be called "things" such their ugliness was unsuspected. As I moved forward, I saw everything that allowed me to discover myself getting closer to me, but also moving away inexorably. It was paradoxical, but coming from a place almost as odd of meaning, it didn't bother me much. However, I was nonetheless worried that I might not know everything about myself, and the idea crossed my mind several times.

After having crossed 1000 and one places, I stopped in a place at the same time unwelcoming but still warm. A medieval-looking village, certainly modest, bathed in the glow of what appeared to be a moon and lit in places with secure torches, dimly illuminating the cobbled streets and houses of bricks and straws. Taking on a local appearance, I carelessly interfered in one of the local bars, dominated by many villagers who came to rest to the sound of multiple instruments. As in the old worlds, I used my natural charm to capture the sympathy of others. I had a definite gift for softening others, a kind of power of friendship, of kindness, so that even the most brutish brutes were no longer so in front of me. It helped me a lot in my epic and only my mentor knows how I could have had problems without it.

In any case, after making several second-hand comrades, I tried to find out if, luckily, someone might have some information about me. But obviously nobody. No one seemed to be aware of even the smallest bit of truth that would help me find myself. Since I left my dimension, I had only one information about myself, that of how I was born. Concretely and from what I have learned, however, I was not born as the verb "to born" would suggest. To be born could mean quite simply to begin, and I obviously never had a beginning. I wandered there, in the Darkness Dimension, for an indefinite and meaningless time. Who taught me that? An oracle from a world beyond the clouds, for whom the past and the future are two similar things. Two things he could predict and rewrite like an eraser erasing sentences written with the criterium in a sturdy notebook with the inscription "Fate".

Somewhat disappointed, I thanked these brave drunks before stepping out of the bar and heading back to leave this world. But at that moment, one of the waiters at the bar saw me and called out to me. At first surprised, I quickly saw that this random-looking fanatic was hiding many secrets. Stealthily, he took a quick look around and motioned for me to follow him. Having nothing to lose, I followed him to a remote hut on the outskirts of the town, occupied by a sort of sage guru. At least he apparently was, for I had barely entered his home when he took a deep breath and exhaled while making a facial expression of astonishment.

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These were his words when I came. My instincts whispered to me that these words were not trivial. I then asked him what their meaning was, and when I spoke he repeated his breath of surprise, as if he had just lost his memory and had just seen me come inside again. Advancing slowly in front of him and sitting down, I waited a moment without a sound. After a while, the wise old blind man slowly locked himself in my position. He then whispered an indescribable language, surely a pile of words on the fly like a senile madman would. When I thought these words, he stopped his gibberish.

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Surely some sort of rite for this old man to indulge in.

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It was the second time he had guessed what I was thinking. I started to wonder if he wasn't reading my mind directly.

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Obviously, my Pepsi stands only protected me from mental alterations and modifications, not from pure mind reading. I then adapted and developed resistance to this gift.

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I had the strange certainty that this man knew things about me, and I asked him a first question, that of if he knew who I was.

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On the way to new places, I had a lot of questions as always. Who am I ? Why am I? Where am I going? For what price? So many unanswered questions. The following worlds were the same as the previous ones. Lots of diversity, folklore, but few answers to my perpetual questions. It was a little boring, but not very disturbing in the end. I didn't use my Pepsi stands for a good thousand years, although the time had no influence on me. I was busy sailing here and there of the dimensions and universes in search of myself, of the slightest data allowing me to identify myself. This quest might seem redundant, but it was somewhere the current reason for my existence. Nothing seemed to distract me from that goal, not even my mentor, who I hadn't seen since my deliverance from the Darkness Dimension anyway. All this way, I did it on my own with a brief help from him at the very beginning of my adventures.

I would sometimes go back to my personal dimension, which I had customized a bit. Small planets here and there, stars here and there, the void that I had previously protected up looked more and more like a universe as I have seen so many, with pretty and illuminated constellations and galaxies . But no civilization existed. I seemed to revel in my loneliness, surely a side effect of my former confinement, and I didn't feel the need to create life in the worlds I had placed. But at times, I made little creatures floating in the subdued space that I had made. Certainly as big as the stars, but loving and kind nonetheless, they were my pets. Anyone entering it, although the law of the Infinite Vise prevents it, would at first feel terribly alone from the lack of presence, as if 28 days had just passed, then the coming of my brave cosmic beasts would end to the actions of these intruders. It might sound like an morons trap, but that was not the primary intention, the governed law was there for that.

After now nearly a million years, I took a break from my dimensional epic as imposing to me a break in my dimension, which I named the Lost Idyll. Casually, I circled around in space and continually marveled at the beauty of existing worlds. The lush vegetation, the breathtaking landscapes, the cosmos itself possessed a degraded color of pink, blue, black, yellow, made by the amalgamation of nebulae and other celestial bodies. All this beauty reminded me of the idyllic dimension I had landed in a long time ago, even if this dimension ultimately seemed quite flat and bland compared to my sweet Lost Idyll. I had agreed to create living beings, already with my cosmic creatures the size of a star, but also with the fauna and flora of the worlds. I actually seemed to just not be accommodated with the presence of intelligent or hostile entities, thereby explaining why the only conscious beings in my universe were relatively harmless and friendly plants and animals.

However, I only ruled all of these worlds through my creator status, otherwise they could very well develop without my intervention or presence. Sometimes I would notice things developing beyond my control, different things that I instinctively knew to be smart or outside the established norm. Of course, I had my perfect gift of kindness, but I just didn't want to see other entities like me in my own personal space. A childish whim, but it is so. As a result, my mere presence made it possible to remove these things opposed to my standards, in different ways. To suppress their reproductive organs to the very sex of individuals, to stop and prevent growth, to kill the evil at the root directly, whether they are the embryos to come or the entities themselves. Anything that violated the second law that I had imposed suffered these effects at random. I named this second governed law Order & Balance.

Beliefs about me in the various worlds I had visited might seem ridiculous and funny at first glance, but seeing myself like this, like a universal demiurge, I found that they weren't all that false. I had planned to set out again in search of truth, very soon, after some details in the Lost Idyll. But, strangely, something told me that inevitably things were going to get tough. And my paradoxical past would resurface at a time I least expected. The excitement rose in me like a saturated kettle ready to explode, but I had a feeling of prevention in the face of possible dangers that would arise. My adventures were obviously just beginning, and I was ready to face them and live them.