The [YES/NO] offer from the so called "Omniscience" began to flash faster, brightening and dimming every thirty seconds. According to the couple of Soviet psychiatry papers I've read about schizophrenia the wisest decision here would be simply to not acknowledge the delirium.
Instead, I decided to look for inconsistencies and odd details in the dream, as I usually did, to start lucid dreaming. I focused on the space behind the floating text and suddenly noticed that each of the letters was connected to shimmering, silver-blue threads. The multitude of silver-blue threads came together into a thick, pulsating twine connected to "Yuri Gagarin".
Aha!
As I rationally thought about the "voice of god" I came to a realization that the voices that the "Omniscience" spoke with were in fact my own. It spoke to me with a voice of me as a child, me as a teenager and me as an old man. It was wearing clothing woven from my memory of Yuri Gagarin speaking with tones, intonations and ideas that it had copied, stolen from my memories.
This had only confirmed the "its just a hallucination" theory.
The text started to pulse once every ten seconds.
I continued to ignore it.
This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.
The text flashed one last time with a brilliant, blinding flare and the letters fell apart into sparks. At the same instance Yuri Gagarin winked away as if he never existed to begin with.
Annoyingly enough the hallucinogenic experience didn't end right then and there.
The Wheel of Samsara remained, spiraling in place, spinning into itself with endless, shimmering fractal-like galactic constellation woven from countless stars and impossible, brilliant colors I could not name.
I suddenly felt its pull as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff with the wind at my back.
It was growing in strength becoming an unnerving, concerning and then a terrifying sensation akin to falling from an infinite height in a dream.
As I glanced back to where the cosmonaut had been I noticed a barely visible, silver-blue thread leading away from the center of the Wheel of Life.
The gravitational pull of the Wheel intensified. I now had but two options, two choices presented to me.
[FOLLOW THE BLUE THREAD]
[DO NOTHING]