Is it a dream? Maybe omnipotence?

A forest was visible, as a gentle breeze whispered through the verdant expanse of the forest, stirring the leaves into a soft symphony. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the moss-covered ground. The air carried a fragrance of pine and earth, mingled with the sweet perfume of wildflowers that dotted the landscape in vibrant hues.

Standing at the edge of this surreal oasis, I was enveloped in a conflicting surge of emotions—awe at the breathtaking beauty before me, and a deep-seated disbelief that such a paradise could exist. The lake, nestled like a sapphire jewel amidst the towering trees, reflected the azure sky with a crystalline clarity that bordered on the magical.

Despite the tranquility of the scene, doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind. Could this serene perfection truly be real, or was it merely a figment of my dreaming imagination? The world around me pulsed with an ethereal calmness, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty of waking life.

Compelled by an inexplicable urge to escape this haunting vision, I turned and fled with determined strides, each footfall echoing loudly in the dream's eerie silence. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly before me, its boundaries shrouded in the dream's ethereal haze. Yet no matter how far I ran, the idyllic paradise lingered tantalizingly in my peripheral vision.

Suddenly, as if summoned by my turmoil, a figure materialized before me—a presence at once familiar and enigmatic. In the dream's trance-like state, primal instinct overrode reason, and I seized a sharp stick from the forest floor. Driven by a visceral need for justice and revenge, I lunged at the figure with reckless abandon, hoping to confront the illusion that had ensnared my senses.

But my makeshift weapon passed through him like smoke, leaving me grasping at empty air. He stood before me, unperturbed by my futile attack, his form shimmering faintly in the dream's ethereal light. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle yet resonant, carrying a profound sense of knowing.

"Alexis, descendant of Chief Ragmon of the Ear-Loped Tribe," his words echoed through the dream forest, anchoring me to the surreal moment.

Confusion and disbelief wrestled within me. "Who are you?" I wondered, the question forming in my mind without conscious effort.

"I'm a god." the figure responded, his voice calm and assured.

"Can you read my thoughts?" I silently questioned, caught between fascination and trepidation.

"Of course, Alexis. I wouldn't be much of a god if I couldn't," he replied, his words wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

Struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter, I tried to speak aloud, but my voice failed me. "What should I call you?" I managed to think, the words escaping my lips as a whisper in the dream's ethereal atmosphere.

"My name is Red," the figure answered, his tone a blend of amusement and solemnity. "I am the god of chaos, the one who gives and takes without care. I can grant you revenge, Alexis. Your tribe can have justice."

"That's impossible," I murmured, my disbelief overshadowing the fragile hope that flickered within me.

"I'm a god, dipshit. Of course It's possible," Red retorted, his words tinged with playful irreverence.

"Fair enough," I thought, surrendering to the dream's surreal logic and the whims of the enigmatic god before me.

Before I could fully process Red's offer, I was abruptly jolted awake by Eve, her face etched with concern as she hovered over me. The remnants of the dream clung to me like mist, leaving me with a lingering sense of wonder and uncertainty.