The warrior of ashes: Tales of the chaos Chapter 3: Chapter 2: The first dimension

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"Hey! You! The stranger. Come here." This man is calling you. Yes, you . Wherever you are, whoever you are, it is you he is addressing. What do you want to do? Do you want to know what he wants to talk about? Or do you want to leave? Well, if you have continued to read, it is because you want to keep knowing. After all, you don't really have any other power here. You can neither act nor speak. You are but a reader. And by definition, a reader reads. And it is through reading that it is possible for you to perceive this reality that is foreign to you. The man walked around a table in the middle of the platform—strange, you would have sworn there was no table here, yet at the same time, you feel as though this piece of furniture has always been there—and sat in a black office chair. Since when had that chair been there, or rather, for how long had you failed to see it? You approach—which is impossible here, strictly speaking—the chair presented to you. A hard wooden chair, like the ones found in public schools. You distractedly think that such a seat would be as uncomfortable as a stone bench. Yes, after all, it is a stone bench that is in front of you; the comparison makes no sense… Your mind struggles to reconcile, but in any case, it seems obvious to you that a bench like this would be incredibly uncomfortable. Why not have an office chair like the man who called you? A perfectly cushioned seat, with padded arms… A seat like the one in front of you… Wait… Since when… But then, what were you complaining about? You look again at the man behind the table. He was barely hiding a mocking smile on his face, and the effect coupled with his ragged sockets gave the whole scene a most sinister air. It seems the best solution to stay sane here is not to think too much about normal spatio-temporal bases. Behind his table, the man addresses you, never losing his wide smile. "It is rare that I receive a visitor, especially from another world, another era, and another dimensional plane. But what are you doing here? This place has nothing to offer fragile spirits." You formulate no answer to this question, which is not surprising in itself. The man, however, did not seek to know more. "It is impossible for you to answer, isn't it?" he said, scrutinizing you with interest through those sockets. "So you cannot express yourself… Your presence is very weak and unstable; it has no grip here. It is incredible… Despite your helplessness, you are a brand-new anomaly." The man had trouble not smiling, like a child before a particularly enticing Christmas present. "You must be very lost." he said in a compassionate tone, gesturing to the environment surrounding you—the raging hurricane, the platform that seemed to exist without any real logic. "I think I owe you at least an explanation… hoping that you can understand what is happening here." The man tilted his head slightly to the side, as if he suspected this wasn't going to be easy, then took a long breath, exhaled, and began his explanation. "Let us start with a simple question. What comes first: an object, or the idea of what that object is?" Silence. "Forgive me. I forgot that you cannot speak, which is not very practical." the man chuckled, realizing the problem. "Anyway, I might as well answer you as best I can. The truth is that the idea of an object fundamentally comes before the object in question, at least for objects that are created or have been invented. No one creates without having a key concept in mind." "However, there are things that were created instantaneously, at a point where even their concept did not exist. We can take the example of the universe, which was born in an instant according to our perception. In that case, the concept comes at the same moment as the object." "You must be telling yourself that it makes no sense, since the object was there long before the idea was, but in fact, once an object exists, its conceptual representation com