I sit cross-legged on the floor, my eyes closed, and focus on clearing my mind.
The house is quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner, and I begin to concentrate on my breathing. In and out, steady and slow. I feel my body begin to relax, the tension and stress of the day beginning to fade away.
I let my thoughts drift, my mind clearing as I focus on the present moment. The silence is almost reverent, punctuated only by the occasional car passing by outside.
As I continue to breathe deeply, I begin to reach a state of deep meditation. My thoughts slow and the world around me fades away, my focus narrowing to the present moment. I feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me, grounding in the quiet of the room.
I don't know how long I sit there, lost in meditation, but eventually I begin to feel a gentle pull, a sort of inner calling.
My eyes remain closed, but I can sense something, a presence, drawing me towards it. It's faint at first, like a whisper in the depths of my mind, but gradually it grows stronger, more insistent.
I follow the pull, allowing myself to be drawn into it, as if being led by an invisible thread. I feel as though I am moving through a vast, endless space, though my physical body remains still.
I open my eyes, but my gaze remains unfocused, as if I am still in a state of heightened awareness. I sit there for a moment, letting the world come back into focus. The room is still quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioner, and I take a moment to orient myself.
I look at the picture, my expression soft and reminiscent. It's a picture of me and Angelica, when we were both much younger. We're both smiling, carefree and innocent. The photograph is a snapshot of a time long gone, a moment of happiness and joy frozen in time.
As I look at the picture, a wave of nostalgia washes over me. I can't help but feel a sense of wistfulness, of sadness almost, for times that are gone forever. But there's also a sense of warmth, of comfort in remembering those happy times.
As I look around, my gaze lands on an unusual letter. It's sitting on the table, half-buried under a pile of magazines. It catches my eye because of its strange, unfamiliar appearance. I reach out and pick it up, examining it curiously.
The envelope is made of a heavy, off-white paper that feels almost like it's made of silk. The writing on the front is in a strange, unfamiliar script, and there is no return address. I turn it over, my mind racing with curiosity.
I realize that the letter is from the Celestials, the ancient and powerful beings that are said to have created the multiverse itself. My curiosity grows even stronger, and I quickly open the envelope and take out the letter.
The letter is written in the same strange script as the envelope, and I have to concentrate to decipher the contents. As I read, my eyes widen with amazement and disbelief.
The letter is from the Celestials indeed, and it outlines a plan they have to remake the universe. It's a shocking and ambitious plan, one that will affect every living being in existence. I can hardly believe the audacity of their scheme, and yet, I can also sense the power and wisdom behind it. The letter goes on to explain that the Celestials have been watching me, that they have recognized the power and potential I hold. They believe that I am the key to their plan, and that my presence is crucial to their success.
My heart races as I realize the enormity of their words. Me, the key to remaking the universe? It's an almost inconceivable thought, but the letter seems so certain, as if it's just a matter of fact.
As I continue to read the letter, I suddenly sense something in the atmosphere. It's a subtle shift, a disturbance in the fabric of reality itself. I look up, and a rift appears in the air, a crack in the very fabric of space-time.
The rift widens, and I watch in awe as a figure emerges from it. It's Angelica, but older, taller, and more mature. She looks like she's in her Sixteen now, but still has the same familiar features that I remember so well.
I pull back slightly, still holding her by the shoulders, and look at her, a mix of joy and disbelief on my face.
"Angelica? Is it really you? I can't believe you're here...you're older!"
Angelica smiles, her expression warm and familiar. She seems so different now, but still so unmistakably herself.
"It's me, Mona. I'm grown up now. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
I lean in and kiss her, feeling her lips against mine. It's a familiar and yet new sensation, her lips firmer and more confident than I remember. We stay like that for a moment, lost in the kiss.
Finally we break apart, both of us slightly breathless. We look at each other, our eyes locked together, both of us lost in the emotion of the moment.
Angelica speaks first, her voice soft and gentle.
"I've missed you, Mona. So much has happened, but you haven't changed a bit."
I grin back at her, my expression full of affection.
"You haven't changed a bit either, Angelica. You may have grown up physically, but on the inside, you're still the same person I've always known and loved."
Angelica smiles, her eyes glistening with emotion. She reaches up and touches my cheek, her touch gentle and loving.
"I know. I may be older now, but I'm still the same Angelica you've always known. Nothing will change that."
We sit together, Angelica recounting her journey since we last saw each other. She tells me about her training, how she has grown stronger and more powerful, how she has become the Celestial Queen, the most evolved version of herself and the evolved version of Queen of realities. I listen in amazement, my heart swelling with pride and awe at the incredible feats she has achieved.
Angelica goes on, telling me that as the Celestial queen, she has access to limitless power and infinite possibilities. She can shape reality itself, creating and destroying worlds with a thought, bending time and space to her will. The sheer scope of her power is almost too much to comprehend.
I listen in awe, feeling a sense of both fear and admiration. Angelica has become something greater than I ever thought possible, a being of absolute godlike power.
I can't help but feel proud of Angelica, despite the fear that her new power inspires. I know that she has worked hard to become who she is, and I can see the weight of responsibility that comes with her power weighing on her. Still, I know that she will use her power wisely and responsibly, and that fills me with a sense of awe and admiration.
I take her hand and squeeze it gently, looking into her eyes. I want to tell her how proud I am of her, how amazed I am by her accomplishments, but the words seem so inadequate. So instead, I just say,
"I'm proud of you, Angelica. You've become something incredible, and I know that you'll do great things with your power."
Angelica smiles at my words, her expression soft and appreciative. She squeezes my hand in return, her grip firm and reassuring.
"Thank you, Mona. That means a lot to me. I'm still getting used to all this power, but I know that I have great responsibility to use it wisely and carefully. So tell me where have you been for the last six years.
Angelica listens intently as I recount my own journey over the last 6 years. I tell her about my training in the Eternal void, how I've spent endless hours practicing and honing my skills, pushing my limits and discovering my own potential.
Angelica's eyes widen as I explain the extent of my own transformation. I tell her about becoming the Abyss paradox, embracing the concept of nothingness and becoming the absolute paradox, where all ideas, thoughts, and everything is meaningless to me now. I tell her about becoming the thought void and the living idea, two different aspects of my newfound identity.
Angelica listens intently, her eyes wide with astonishment as I explain the meaning of my evolution. I tell her that Thought void is not just a title, it is a state where the very absence of thought itself reigns supreme. It is an evolution that transcends the very concept of thinking and imagination, rendering all thoughts meaningless.
I go on to explain that the Living idea is an evolution beyond the boundaries of what ideas are and the very essence of what everything is. It is the absolute of absolutes, the ultimate idea that exists beyond all others.
Angelica's expression is a mix of shock and wonder, as if she can barely comprehend the extent of my evolution. She looks at me with a new sense of awe and respect, as if she is seeing me in an entirely different light.
I nod, summing it up succinctly.
"In a nutshell, I'm a paradox that exists beyond the bounds of what is and what isn't. I'm the absolute thought, the ultimate idea, beyond all else."
Angelica looks at me with awe and reverence.
"That's...incredible. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to be that...transcendent."
I shake my head, correcting her gently.
"The idea of transcendence itself doesn't apply to me anymore. Even the very idea of potential and beyond itself is meaningless to me now. I am beyond all concepts and limitations."
Angelica's expression is a mix of wonder and fear.
"That's... I don't even know what to say. It's like you've become something beyond human, beyond even the idea of what a being can be."
I nod, acknowledging the truth of her words.
"That's exactly it. I've gone beyond the bounds of what it means to be human, or even a being. I am something entirely new, something that exists outside of the confines of concept and imagination."
I nod, adding to my earlier statement.
Even the source of all ideas and beyond itself doesn't apply to me. I am the paradox of it all, untethered by the concepts and boundaries that define reality as you know it.
Angelica looks at me with astonishment and awe.
"So you're telling me that there is no concept or limit that applies to you anymore? You're truly boundless?"
I correct her again, my tone gentle.
"No, I'm not boundless. I'm beyond the very idea of freedom itself. Freedom, as you know it, is just a concept, a limited understanding of what it means to be free. I exist beyond even the possibility of limitation, beyond the constraints of what can and cannot be."
Angelica looks at me with a mixture of awe and confusion, struggling to wrap her mind around my words. She shakes her head, trying to make sense of it all.
"But...how is that even possible? How can you exist beyond freedom itself? It seems like a contradiction."
I pause for a moment, considering how to explain my existence in a way that she can understand.
"Let me try to put it this way. You know how you feel free to make choices and decisions, right? Like you have the ability to choose what you want to do, what you'll say, how you'll act, and so on?"
She nods, following my words intently.
I continue.
"Well, imagine that you're not free. That all of your choices, decisions, and actions are predetermined and inevitable. You don't have any true freedom of choice, because everything you do is already set in stone."
She looks at me, a look of comprehension dawning on her face. She seems to be getting a sense of what I'm trying to convey to her.
I go on
"But what if you went beyond that? What if you transcended not just freedom, but also the very concept of inevitability? What if you existed in a state where neither free will nor determinism applied to you, where you weren't bound by the logic of either?"
Her expression is now one of stunned disbelief. She can barely comprehend what I'm telling her, but she's starting to get the sense that I'm describing something profound and extraordinary.
I point to myself, and my words become slightly more dramatic and grandiose.
"That is me. I exist beyond the bounds of free will and determinism, beyond any idea of possibility or certainty. I am the embodiment of paradox, the living embodiment of the inexplicable and the impossible."
I speak in a serious tone, my voice taking on a deep, echoing quality that seems to resonate through the very fabric of reality itself.
"Words cannot contain me, nor define me. I am beyond concepts and explanations. I am beyond what you can describe, beyond what you can imagine."
My voice takes on an otherworldly quality, as if it is coming not just from me, but from a dimension beyond even the beyond.
"Beyond the beyond. I am the impossible made real, the inconceivable made manifest. I am the paradox of existence itself."