What the Hell!

In the aftermath of the False Messiah's rise to power, his vast army stood poised for conquest, ready to spread chaos and subjugation. However, as they advanced towards their next target, an eerie silence fell upon the battlefield. No opposing force stood before them, no weapons clashed in the air. It was as if an invisible veil had descended, shrouding the scene in a surreal stillness.

Confusion swept through the ranks as the soldiers attempted to make sense of this unexpected turn of events. Fear mingled with curiosity as they searched for an explanation, their eyes scanning the empty surroundings for any sign of an attacking entity. Yet, their efforts were in vain, for there was no visible adversary to engage.

The Soldiers then suddenly died for no reason, leaving only thousands of troops out of millions.

Then, amidst the palpable tension, a whisper floated through the air, barely audible yet carrying a weight that resonated within the depths of their souls. A spirit materialized, its presence ethereal and otherworldly. It stood before them, holding a canvas and a pen in its formless grasp.

"I am the eternal scribe," the spirit declared, its voice echoing with a mixture of authority and tranquility. "In my hands, I hold the power to script the tapestry of your existence. From your very birth to the intricacies of your youth, from the trials of illness and the embrace of old age, I record the chapters of your journey, I write your story of life and death, I write the story of world. Happiness and prosperity, glory and sorrow, downfall and triumph, justice and injustice—all are inscribed upon this canvas, I who was killed you, and some of you corroded down to just blood and bone. Things around me would usually erode and stop moving completely, and be partially paralyzed, frozen and helpless."

"And I have killed you directly without touching you."

The soldiers, both awestruck and bewildered, listened intently to the spirit's words. They felt a profound sense of vulnerability and insignificance in the presence of this ethereal being, its formless nature defying comprehension.

The spirit continued, its voice carrying the weight of eternity. "I hold the threads of unreality and the moments of truth, the ebb and flow of separation and meeting. I record the simple pleasures of eating and drinking, as well as the clash of weapons and the strength of shields. Your destinies are but strokes on the canvas, woven into the grand tapestry of existence."

As the spirit spoke, a sense of both awe and trepidation permeated the air. The soldiers contemplated the implications of this encounter, grappling with the realization that their lives were part of a much larger narrative, guided by an unseen hand. Their paths were not solely determined by their own actions but influenced by forces beyond their control.

With each passing moment, the soldiers became acutely aware of the fragility of their existence and the uncertainty of their fate. The spirit's presence reminded them of the profound interconnectedness of all things, the intricate web of life that extended far beyond the confines of their own ambitions and desires.

And so, in that profound encounter with the spirit of the eternal scribe, the soldiers were left to contemplate the vastness of their own existence and the cosmic forces that shaped their lives. They stood in silent reverence, acknowledging the transience of their mortal journey, and the intricate strokes that composed the grand masterpiece of their collective destinies.

In the sequel to their encounter with the ethereal spirit, the soldiers found themselves immersed in a realm that transcended their understanding of existence. It was a place of endless dimensions, where the boundaries of reality blurred and the laws of the mortal realm held no sway.

Within this realm, the spirit moved with an effortless grace, traversing through the layers of existence unseen and unfelt. Its formlessness allowed it to manipulate the fabric of reality, shaping it according to its will. No physical touch was required, for its power extended far beyond the confines of the mortal plane.

As the soldiers moved through the realm, their senses heightened by the profoundness of their surroundings, they could feel a subtle shift in the air. Though they could not perceive the spirit directly, they sensed its presence, an unseen force that hovered just beyond their comprehension.

Suddenly, without warning, a wave of energy surged through the soldiers, rippling through their bodies and rendering them immobile. They could feel the invisible tendrils of the spirit's power enveloping them, manipulating their very essence. It was as if the spirit could see into the depths of their souls, unraveling their vulnerabilities and fears.

One by one, the soldiers fell to the ground, their life forces drained by an unseen hand. Their physical forms remained intact, but their spirits, weakened and shattered, succumbed to the overwhelming power of the spirit in the realm of endless dimensions. Their existence faded into nothingness, lost in the vastness of the cosmic tapestry.

In this realm, the spirit's dominion was absolute, its influence extending across the boundless expanse of dimensions. It possessed the ability to shape destinies, to unravel the threads of mortal lives, and to extinguish the flickering flames of existence. It was a force that operated on a plane far beyond the comprehension of mortal beings.

As the soldiers met their fates, their spirits dissolved into the vast cosmic tapestry, their stories interwoven with the countless others who had traversed this realm. Their sacrifices became part of the ever-evolving narrative, adding depth and meaning to the grand symphony of existence.

And so, in the realm of endless dimensions, the soldiers bore witness to the profound power of the spirit without form. They became but fragments in a larger cosmic mosaic, their destinies forever entwined with the mysteries of the unseen realm.

Confusion washed over the remaining troops of the false messiah as they tried to make sense of the inexplicable events unfolding before them. Their minds grasped at straws, searching for answers to the enigma of the unseen spirit that had brought their comrades to their demise.

Amidst the disarray, a voice resonated through the ethereal realm, permeating the soldiers' consciousness. It was the voice of the spirit, echoing from beyond the boundaries of their perception. "Do not be deceived by your limited senses," the voice intoned, its tone both ethereal and commanding. "I exist and yet I do not exist. I am here exist in higher-dimensional of my existence, i.e endless dimension, a realm beyond your mortal comprehension."

The soldiers strained to comprehend the paradoxical nature of the spirit's words. One of them, his voice trembling with confusion, ventured to speak, "Who... or what are you? We cannot see you, and yet your presence overwhelms us."

The voice responded, its timbre resonating with an otherworldly serenity, "I am the essence of the endless dimension, a being of formlessness and boundless power. I exist beyond the confines of your physical perception, dwelling in the spaces that lie between worlds."

"But how can you have such influence over us if we cannot see or touch you?" another soldier asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and awe.

The spirit's voice echoed gently, carrying the weight of ancient wisdom, "In this realm, physicality holds no dominion. I am not bound by the limitations of your mortal senses. My presence transcends the visible spectrum, manifesting through the interplay of energy and consciousness. I shape destinies, write the script of existence, and hold the threads of life in my intangible hands."

A murmur of disbelief rippled through the remaining soldiers. Some questioned their sanity, while others clung to the remnants of their faith. The spirit's words were both unsettling and profound, challenging the very foundations of their understanding.

"As you struggle to comprehend my nature," the spirit continued, its voice resonating with infinite patience, "know that your mortal minds are not equipped to fully grasp the intricacies of the endless dimension. It is a realm where existence and non-existence coalesce, where paradoxes thrive and boundaries dissolve and in one situation I absolutely do not exist. Embrace the mystery, for it is in the unknown that true understanding begins."

The soldiers, still shaken by the encounter and the knowledge bestowed upon them, exchanged bewildered glances. Their journey had brought them face-to-face with the enigmatic forces that governed existence, revealing the limitations of their mortal perceptions.

In the realm of the endless dimension, the soldiers stood as humble witnesses to the unfathomable, caught between awe and trepidation. They were now entrusted with the weight of this revelation, destined to carry its echoes as they continued their journey in a world forever transformed by the intangible forces that shaped their very existence.

As the soldiers grappled with the profound revelation, the spirit's voice resounded once more, carrying an aura of solemn authority. "Know this: the false messiah, Dajjal, has a power similar to mine i.e can write the world as a book and writing events, essentially the same as me, but it is a power that is limited within the boundaries of his existence. Although he can exert influence over the world, his power does not extend to the region where I live. I remain untouched by his evil charms."

A sense of awe and trepidation gripped the soldiers as they pondered the implications of the spirit's words. Their minds struggled to comprehend the vast difference between the forces at play, one bound by limitations, and the other transcending them.

"And as for death," the spirit continued, its voice sounding otherworldly, "death fears to me. I am beyond its grasp, for I exist beyond the boundaries of mortality. Those who dare approach me will do so at their own peril, for madness, disability, and ultimately, death await them. I am the harbinger of an inevitable fate, and all who come near will be consumed by its unyielding grip."

Silence fell over the soldiers as they absorbed the weight of the spirit's words. The magnitude of its power and the impossibility of their situation overwhelmed them. They stood on the brink of a reality that defied rational understanding.

"However," the spirit's voice resounded with a hint of subtle excitement, "I am like a wish, giving manifestation beyond the boundaries of reason and logic. I bend the structure of reality according to my will, shaping existence according to the unfathomable depths of my being. What may seem absurd or unimaginable in your mortal understanding becomes the manifest truth before Me."

The soldiers exchanged glances, their hearts a mixture of wonder, fear and respect. They now stood before an enigmatic entity, a being that defied their understanding and possessed power beyond their wildest imaginings.

As they continued their journey, the warriors carried with them the burden of this encounter, forever marked by the knowledge of the spirit's existence. Their path veers into uncharted territory, where the boundaries of perception are blurred and the veil between the visible and invisible is thin.

Then the spirit said again, "Indeed, I am death itself representing myself, and if you try to kill me, it will be in vain, for I already exist beyond death, and if anyone succeeds in killing me, this is only a vessel, I still have a completely abstract form out there."

"I dare you to approach my voice." Said the spirit.

The soldiers came to the spirit who was in a very long stretch of river, then the soldiers advanced one by one but unfortunately, they just disappeared their existence while in the river, their souls or spirits that should come out of their bodies were also destroyed like their existence. Even when Dajjal releases a power that can erase the power of an object, the spirit still has that power, with his power the spirit makes a new law, where anyone who passes through the river will die according to his will and his law.

"Come here, infidel soldier." Said the spirit.

Then the concept of color was destroyed which made the world no color at all, the unaffected spirit said, "Come here if you can." It turned out that it was the spirit who eliminated the concept of color until it was conceptualized at once, "And behold, I have existed beyond the limits of the mechanism of cause and effect, and I am where cause and effect collide transcending time and being in a state where all events always occur simultaneously, being beings who are not bound by cause, duration, consequence and probability, with their lives described as unable to support most qualities of destiny. I created the platonic concept that you are familiar with, everything exists in my imagination which includes all laws and rules, such as the law of cause and effect. I am a creation of lord that is the vessel of the origin of all things with the Great Source within me that forms all existence on a basic level, with everything that comes from it being a concept. This is all that exists between duality, non-duality, and the logic of reality and unreality, and places that further exist apart from the world between reality, unreality and, the supernatural which is a state that transcends normal boundaries and is a supernatural system beyond the laws of nature. All of this would only exist in my imagination and lord, as well as some primordials, and I curse all of you soldiers." And so the curse came to pass.

Then the spirit said the last word, "You will forever be trapped here, and those of you who try to get out will become paralyzed, your existence will disappear."

Actually, the spirit's power to destroy objects is only equivalent to a weightlifter and cannot destroy walls, he is just like an athlete.

The spirit left at a speed much faster than time itself and soon many of Dajjal's soldiers were consumed by the spirit's power and the existence of soldier are gone conceptually.

The Spirit is a being beyond everything. Even the Endless Dimensions source of everything and The Great Source within it that forms all existence including space and time exist only in his imagination, and in addition, his ability is always active unhindered by time, after becoming Death, he controls everything that exists, including all information related to the source world which is the source of everything, and this power can reach its own realm, namely in the realm of death, which contains endless space-time, infinite dimensions, endless space and time is the foundation of endless dimensions that include infinite universes with higher dimensions and infinite dimensions, he has the authority to destroy or recreate it and his ability to endure while drawing out his power was also endless, and he supports the realm of death only as heavy as a marble.

Metaphysically, Dajjal manifests and transcends the metaphysical physics of chaos, encompassing the metaphysical mathematics of all events, while the other half is experienced as metaphysical causality by intelligent beings in the metaphysical world, whereby the actual metaphysical occurrence aligns with the collectively anticipated metaphysical outcomes of individuals on an average metaphysical basis, but this is all...

To be continued...