Before Timothy, Death was appearing. It was a being transcendental of all logic. Any life form that treaded too close to this beast would be drained of all thier life force. Even the fogs of Platonia seemed to be trembling upon the arrival of this mysterious being. This was true power.

"What being have I brought forth? I should have thought through my plan properly. I'll just try to keep calm and ensure that the plan goes smoothly."

Endless black tentacles crawled upon the realm of Platonia. At the centre of it all was a vortex of immense cold that death was manifesting from. With each passing second, the area around Timothy was getting colder and colder. Timothy had laid there in the pitch-black cold of death, completely unable to see, hear, feel, touch or even think. Timothy did not even know what it had looked like. He only knew that a being of incredible might and power was standing before him.

"You... Who are you?"

Death spoke to Timothy softly. It was a voice that contained a hint of curiosity but impossible to describe in any language. Timothy's mind went blank again just by the sound of its voice. While the voice wasn't threatening to Timothy in any way, each syllable spoken contained a hint of death.

"Nothing can be seen through the fog that surrounds you. This mysterious fog is even blocking the perception of my supreme sight. Interesting, state who you are and the name of this place!"

Timothy came back to his senses shocked. He spoke inwardly to himself wondering.

"Why can't death see through the fog? I mean, it's not like I can see through it either, but me and death are completely different beings. Does this fog block the perception of even powerful beings beyond logic?"

He had now understood something that he had failed to realize before. The fogs of Platonia blocks the sight of whoever tries to peek through it. In his case as a simple mortal, this was a major advantage.

"I never knew this fog had this sort of ability. Maybe I could salvage the situation and use this as a chance to succeed in my plans. I'll have to try!"

"My first goal should be to establish a connection with Death's aspect. Before I can use it, I need to get to know it better."

Timothy decided that since the situation was somewhat in his favor , it was the right time to converse with death. He gained a bit of courage and spoke.

"I'll refer to you as simply Death. My apologies if you feel confused. I mean no harm, this is simply a test that I have conducted and by your appearance it was successful."

"Your conducting a test that happened to summon a pillar of the cosmos? My age stretches beyond time, even though I cannot tell if you speak the truth behind that fog ; every fibre of my being is telling me your words are making a mockery of me."

"To be completely honest, it is the truth. I am simply trying to find out more information about this fog and this mysterious realm."

"You've must have felt it by now right? Your abilities is nothing special in this realm. It's a place of conceptual equality. Not even the tyrannical abilities you posses can let you escape."

Since the moment death entered this realm, it had felt great confusion. Usually where ever in the universe he went , there would be nothing that he didn't transcend .

But to him he had to wonder, what is this place? Could it even be classified as a "place"? A dimension, a verse, a void? The proper classification would be a realm except it didn't exactly follow the rules of one either. Death pondered and spoke softly.

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"No matter what it is, everything is built upon dimensional blocks stacked upon each other. That's what signifies existence. Each dimensional block contains an infinite amount of pages making up the higher dimensional block located above."

"In total there are an infinite amount of infinite dimensional pages each making up a single dimensional block in a transfinite hierarchy of infinite blocks."

"These are the building blocks of reality and it is what makes up everything. Containing both an infinite amount of spatial and temporal blocks this is what makes up the universe as we know it."

"There isn't necessarily a problem when something doesn't contain these building blocks, it simply means that the place or object in question is now defined as existing outside of reality. However this place goes beyond these limits and have become even crazier."

"I agree, what kind of place can make all concepts stand on equal ground? I think you understand how dire the situation we are in now."

"We!? Your the one who brought me here! Why should I trust you after your the one who pulled me into this mess?"

"I brought you here because your the only one who can get me out. I need your help Death as I have something to do."

Both Timothy and Death stood there in awe of each other. Death was heavily impressed by the lifeform in front of him. In a situation that seemed so hopeless it had still managed to remain calm and think of a plan. For Death to be impressed, a being that preceded time, it was truly rare.

For Timothy however, the gears in his brain was spinning. The knowledge that Death shared to him about the structure of reality was way too scary. He had to think inwardly

"Haven't physicists been trying to figure this stuff out for centuries?

This sounds way too complicated. Are we just a couple of people in a simple dimensional block? It sounds too simple when said that way."

"Death, then I would assume that since we are presumably in a place outside the dimensional blocks of reality, the goal would be to return to my specific dimensional block where I was from before?"

"Your correct, but the problem is that it isn't so simple. It sounds easy to do but difficult to execute. To travel from here into space and time isn't a trip that a mortal can make. Even the current me cannot make such a trip without fatalities. You seem like a smart individual, I assume you have a plan?"

"I already had a plan from the beginning when I decided to summon you. Infact, if I wanted to escape now, I could simply summon a spatial door and I would be able to leave, except there are two problems."

"For my first problem, it's the escape route. I could simply escape by summoning a portal into my dimensional block, but by the laws of this realm I would only have a 50% chance of making it home and if i'm not lucky, the realm would send me somewhere random in my dimensional block or another block entirely. At that point I wouldn't be able to depend on any mysticism to reach my destination."

"For my second problem, assuming that I have reached home, would I still be alive or dead? It's still unclear to me wether I have died or if I still even exist anymore. Death, you solve both of these problems. By creating a door to escape for both of us, instead of a 50% chance of reaching our destination and 1 random destination , it becomes a 50% chance of reaching two destinations which would be both of our homes."

"I get it, but what if you are dead when you reach to your dimensional block? What will you do?"

"I was thinking about it, that's why I want you to erase my name from the book of death or whatever you use."

"Hahahahahah.. I thought you were smarter than that! Death should be left up to fate. Death shouldn't be decided by mortals.

Why would I do such a favour for one life form?"

"Because if you don't then I won't summon the door. You have forgotten one fundamental thing. I'm the only who can order this realm to do commands. Even if it is a 50% chance, I'm the one who controls that 50%."

"Your very powerful, too powerful actually for a mortal. I wouldn't be surprised if you were from one of those ancient alien races that have been evolving for hundreds of millions of years"

Timothy had to laugh in his mind, if Death knew who he was he would have found it completely unacceptable.

"You win this time mortal, if I didn't have a universe to attend to then your treacherous actions would have had very dire consequences. I'll summon the book of death for you."

A great chill entered the area, the book of death was being summoned. This time, it was something Timothy could see.

It was pitch black with chains hanging down off of it and a mouth filled with draining pus in it's center. A single glance at it and you could almost hear the screams of the endless souls it had claimed. Timothy stared at the book nervously and the book stared back in delight as if waiting to devour Timothy's human soul.