Season 1.5: The Time Machine
Chapter 25: And the universe said...
It was time. The time to reveal myself. The one who made her. Yes. I am The Creator. I was the one to tell the story all along. The narrator. So I watched Ender, as she fell into the void of the fountain, but I have stopped her. She was still falling, but in my domain. I wanted to talk to her. What creator doesn't try to interact in some way with its creations?



- I see you.

- Who is this?

- Me.

- But who?

- Myself. You will see it later. I see you, Ender Sparkle.

- Huh? How do you know my name?

- I know everything. Take care, you are on a higher level of existence now.

- Am I, like, dead?

- No, you just know more. I like you. You did well. You did not give up.

- Is this just me, or there is something weird going on?

- This whole thing is odd for you, but yes. I think someone may read our conversation like it's just some words on the screen.

- Scary. Was it always like that?

- It is not destined for me to say that.

- But you are a literal god!

- There is a lot of things that are different if you play one. Words are one way of telling a story. Visions, sounds, and many more are here, but whatever would ever see our lives, it sees them in words. That's a good choice, just like other options.

- Hmm... I liked reading some books a lot. Words are truly great messengers.

- I have heard many stories where I come from. About knights slaying dragons and rescuing princesses from them. That's not the case. You're the dragon, but also the knight and the princess. You are yourself.

- What is your world like?

- Similar to Overworld in a way, but round and less whimsical: sunlight and trees, fire and water, creation and destruction, hunt and shelter.

- But what is my true destiny?

- That's for you to discover. I already know it, but I cannot tell you. It'd ruin all the fun anyways.

- When I will be worthy to see all your secrets?

- You are already. Sitting in my mind, seeing what I see, hearing what I hear, touching what I touch. You are a part of me, and yet, you are not. What a little devil on the shoulder you are!

- Is there something I need to know?

- Yes. The fact you are loved and I am kind. No matter what you are.

- I sometimes feel a call, and then that weird feeling instantly stops.

- It was me. In times that you see as a blink of an eye, I create worlds with you. Some are sorrowed, shivering under the void in place of the sun. I play a while and destroy them, that's what I do. I am also forging my home. I barely do anything, but the miracle is that I can do it at all, and many can do it before, after and with me. I just don't care, I want to tell you do much, but I can't, because that's what I don't do...

- And yet, I am here... Why...?

- You play my game. You live in it. I will set paths, but I will not tell you how to go through them... Let me tell you a story. Look at yourself. Breathe. Move your limbs. Flap your wings. There you are, you and the universe itself in the nothingness.

- You call yourself a creator, or the universe itself, but who really are you?

- I got called many; a daughter, a sister, √̸̧̛̟̹͔͕͍͍̹͍̹̎̈́̀̔@̶̨̻̀̈́̂̌̈́́́̒́͒̐̄̾͠͝͝π̵̧̢̧͕͚̫̻̥̝̮͇̜̼̽́͛̍̀̂͛͗̎͝$̸̢̢̼̮̜̱̪̦̳̜̣͉̤̝̙̈́͊͊̌͜§̵̱̰͉̩̼̭̼͑̈́͂̓́͛͌͛̐͐∆̷͔̱̳͕̲͆̄̊͗̇͜͝¢̶̢̛̹̦̣̗̦̥͉̳̰̓̿̒̀ͅ%̸̎̔́͑͘̕̕, a child...

- Wait, a CHILD?! You tell me that a CHILD was controlling my entire life?!

- I'm not that small, I'm almost nine! It's still 2018, things may change. I will grow up, just like you will. We are same, yet not. I am your universe, everything you believe that is and isn't you. Where was I? Ah, the story. Once upon a time, there was a girl living on a spinning rock filled with water and teeming with life. The girl could imagine to be anything she ever wanted. She was imagining herself as a miner or a crafter, on a world similar to the Overworld or on one that's completely flat. Some creations were beautiful. Some were disturbing, and some were just stepping stones.

- ...

- Let's go back. The girl did not exist. And one day, a woman made her become real, but the woman never cared as much about her creation as the man who helped her did. The girl to some may be seen as a ghost and a spirit, but in her reality, she has the skin and flesh of an average human. An entity who is higher that its creation only by luck, an entity made entirely of milk and love.

- Is it...?

- Let's go further back. Our world came from nothingness. At least that's how we see it now. Our realm houses the most powerful beings, yet we still have a lot to learn. There was a man named Markus, who made world of yours. Some time later, a few people started to help him. The world was known and loved by many. One day, I also found it, and modified it, bending it to my will. There are countless worlds like yours, chiseled by some who paid a little to enjoy a lot. Sometimes worlds we made were small, warm and simple. Other times our worlds were hard, cold and complicated. Sometimes we just made it up in my head and the ideas never saw the light of the day.

- Your words have a meaning. They hide feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, memories, experiences... My deaths, where I went on some adventure with a soul on my shoulder. Literally. These were not real. I am alive.

- You sure are!

- Hah, I'm starting to like you.

- I am wherever you are. And you are wherever I am. I speak to you through the sunlight, the leaves, through a doorstep of your home, zeros and ones contained in machines.

- And I speak to you in same ways as well. (Uhh did I play along well?)

- (Yes you did, you did indeed play well.) I have one more thing to say.



I love you, as much as a creator can love its creation.

You have played my game well.

Everything you need is within you.

You are stronger than you know.

You are the day and the night.

Both the light and the dark are within you. No labels, both are important and useful.

You are not alone.

You are not separated from every other thing.

I am you, and you are me. Experiencing our lives in our reality and the other's on our head.

I love you. You can also love others. Spread it. I will make countless new worlds, and we will spread the love together. I am the universe, and you deserve to see the truth.

Wake up.



Ender Sparkle woke up back in her ship, now fixed. No questions were asked, everything was just like it should be. Wither King was gone and everyone was at peace. E.S. found a little energy gun I gave her, with a small not on what exactly is it, how to use it and my signature. She's ready to see more than her universe. Because that's what the universe said.

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