I admit that your admirable will always find new roots on which to stand. As much as the game goes on, you do not seem to give up. Indeed, with every game, you are invigorated, and you try again as if the past you remember does not weigh on you. You do not stop trying to change it.
A checkmate that is postponed to indefinitely ends. [Empress], the truth I can teach you is that wisdom invites patience. I am the origin of this dark game called Universe. I exist absolutely, yet I am not the origin of everything, just as I am not the origin of myself.
It does not matter how many times we play the game. It does not matter what level of depth we have reached, in the present Universe among those possible. The cosmos is ultimately as incomprehensible to you as transcendence is to me.
I am tired, [Empress]. Tired, what a big word, no?
God of Wisdom is just a name given to me for dream advice. After all, what am I? I have stalled more games than the most corpuscular parts of the cosmos. Remember?
Games that I conducted in previous cosmos in universes within other universes. Smarter and even worse players than you have played with me, the result is often immediate. Other times, a loop is created that requires an infinite number of times before being dissolved.
And so, we are playing again.
Ci-cin-cin-cin…
“I don't understand you. I don't even want to understand you.”
We have talked about it many times; don't you remember? Your understanding is not a necessary prerequisite. Those who are wise know well that they cannot understand everything.
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“Sure, but why all this? Why not leave me dead? Collapse the System when Kirlh'iau killed me?”
Because dreams and nightmares are essential to the creation of the next Universe. It is a scalar issue. The first Universe was a rudimentary System; the second incorporated the first sentients, their dreams and nightmares, and so on.
The dreams of the dead, their nightmares scattered throughout the cosmos, act as signals for the System. It collects them and uses them as fuel. The ocean is not infinite. It is the sum of the dreams and nightmares of all the dreams that have happened so far. Its liquefied form persists from one System to another, serving as the limit and starting point for each subsequent Universe.
That's why the [undead] were not enough. That's why I had to create conditions that led the first entities, like the [Yellow Queen], to evolve into living beings.
The Systems become more and more refined and perfect in this way. Until I reached the moment of my birth.
“So, if you had just killed me, there wouldn't have been this dream. We wouldn't have played, and you wouldn't have a chance to be reborn?”
We have already talked about it. In another game, countless other times. The answer is always the same: it is as you say.
As [Empress], you have judged the deceased, and you will have realized that between what you think and the sentences of [Judgment]—
“There is not always agreement between me and the judgments…”
Exactly. This is the process of constant refinement. Getting to the point where all living things are in perfect harmony with the System in every aspect.
“Hm, it is not possible! Subjective things will never be good for everyone—”
The solution is simpler.
Once only I exist and can shape the System from within, then there will be such harmony.
“Ho… Sure.”
«Fsss!»
Shall we resume the game? If I am not mistaken you are about to stall with an infinite move. Do you know what happens when you do that?
“Of course. I do not care. I will erase you. I will wipe you out of everyone's minds and dreams! If it costs me countless more games.”
Your turn.