His face then became neutral and his eyes appeared expectant of something cosmic. “All of it, child,” the voice replied, the offer of ascension, the merging of realities. .. It is a part of a dream, a dream that has turned into a nightmare. ”
He then went on talking, and I saw that the seams in the material of the sky’s fabric were beginning to unravel. The opposite became true and dissolved like shattered pieces of glass. I wanted to check and see if the ground was still solid beneath my feet as the earth seemed to shake beneath me.
‘There is something that wants to be awakened,’ said Morpheus, carrying on in an urgent tone of caution. An old thing. Something that should remain dead. And in its wake, lies the potential to destroy the world as one knows it and bring about its end.
My blood froze in my veins. I repeated with my chest beating so loud I could hear it: ‘The entity that offered us ascension?’
He shook his head, his figure waning between man and something else. Other. “No. No, it is older. Bigger. The creature you saw is just a figure of the true Sleeper. ”
The repercussions are mere intellectual thoughts but physical punches that struck my heart. Finally, you are telling me; this merging of realities which we are now dealing with, the choice we are presented with, it is all just a dream of some unspecified cosmic figure.
“Literally speaking,” said Morpheus. “But it is much more profound than that. The reality is a collective hallucination, Brianne, the collective mind of the multiverse, and it is splitting. ”
And, as if to hammer his point home, fissures appeared in the sky’s dark expanse; they seemed to be gaps that were greedy for the stars. Below me, there was only the void, and I sank into it like into sea foam, floating and open to all directions.
“What can we do?” I finally managed to whisper, knowing how feeble it is to contend with world-ending events.
Then Morpheus simply smiled and for a second I was not able to see the old man in front of me or the shape-shifting creature, but rather the eternal infinity. ‘That, my dear, is where you come in. You are kind. ‘
“Humanity?”
“Dreamers,” he corrected. Any person with the ability to influence the world through visualization in the cosmic cycle, your species occupies a rather peculiar position. You have an opportunity to sew up the cracks or cause the entire universe to crumble.
The world environment also was not standing still and remained in the process of active evolution. Sometimes there were dreams of the future; a future where humankind sprouts wings and flies away; a future where humankind is eliminated; a future that I can only imagine. And so the threads of reality continued to beat and to oscillate on the off-stage.
“This decision that you make is not between taking the blue pill and being human or of still being a part of this world” he said, having the gravity of eternity behind his words. “This is the point of realizing you will be characters in someone else’s movie, or waking up and deciding to playing the roles in the cosmic movie on their own. ”
I started getting a spinning head feeling mainly due to the vastness of what he is proposing. ‘But how? How can it be possible to undertake something which is so broad, so more beyond comprehension that it cannot be concretely foreseen?’
Morpheus put out a hand, and placed it on my forehead in a comforting way. At that time, I realized the successful short-term implication of leadership skills in the access of foreign credits by the government and the ability of leaders to navigate the dynamics of the market to foster growth. everything.
The whole cosmic past, infinitely far into the future, all dreams and even all nightmares as if they were ever to become real. I had a glimpse of the Sleeper, a creature so much larger than whole galaxies that even they were insignificance in its overwhelming mass. And I heard about the existence of human beings, a small thing that can transform the whole world.
‘You already have the tools,’ said Morpheus, as the vision ended. The Synthesis, your enhanced minds, the very qualities that make you human indeed: Imagination, Empathy, the ability to dream.
And as he spoke I wanted something to come over me, a gift I always possessed but never knew how to fully utilize. A concept as basic as the manipulation of reality with one’s mental power and effort.
“Remember, Brianne” Morpheus said, his form starting to disappear like the morning fog. They told me that ‘reality is a dream, and you are the dreamer awake; Wake up and take humanity with you; It is the only way to save… everything. ‘
I stretched out so far I was almost screaming, trying to grasp on to this, this knowledge. But, the dream was fading fast. The library, the space, Morpheus himself and everything surrounding them is transformed into nothing as the tide washes away sand.
“Wait!” I called out. That is why they created a companion piece that serves to address lingering concerns and contend with further points of discussion.
Thus, the darkness came again, with Morpheus gone, and so to the dream. For the second time, I found myself spiraling downwards into different levels of awareness. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was Morpheus’s voice, distant but clear.
Again, Brianne, only dream big. That was the advice that I got from my counterpart in another reality which was at the center of the existence of countless realities.
After that, I woke up. Or was I? I was back in Central Park, the tear in reality was still gaping in front of me and, besides me, there were Zoe and Chase who looked at me worried. But something was. .. Off. The colors were smeared in a manner that was far from realistic painting, the air was saturated with tales yet to be told.
And standing there between dream and reality, I understood that the real fight was only over and had not even started yet. Something in me snapped inside me and within all of humanity: Everyone had to wake up. It is a line where we have to learn to actively participate in the creation of what one could call reality, or watch the unfolding of a cosmic nightmare.
But just as I was preparing to open my lips to tell all that I had discovered, I observed one detail that caused the blood in my veins to freeze up. What was I really doing at the moment? What was real and what wasn’t?