This is a story about a girl whose inbetween two worlds and two lifestyles. She has the choice of choosing which "being" she will spend enternity with by going through each of thier back stories and seeing who really is the good guy. The devil and why he fell, God and why he is seen as the ruler. In her world, she is the judge. The character matures as she faces many obstacles throughout her journey, death of her loved ones, being the reject of her family/ school and never ending betrayal from every corner. 
This story explains biblical mysteries and derermines if they are real or not *just a made up story* this story also review both good and bad, up and down, heaven and hell.
(not R rated but does have little to some romance in it. Have a great day and enjoy your reading\(^^)/ ).

This is my first poetry collection. The poems correlate to personal and world problems that almost everyone is able to connect with. Some of the poems are dark and twisted while others are pure imagery that relates to objects and ideas. Enjoy.

The poems correlate to personal and world problems that almost everyone can connect with; some poems are humorous and are metaphors toward inanimate objects. A few poems are dark and twisted while others are pure imagery, relating to and bringing light toward objects and ideas. The collection, “Fetch,” intertwines horror and thriller to explain everyday problems and human action while sprinkling fantasy elements on top. 

(Trigger Warning for poems 1 and 4: Don't read if you've been/ are suicidal and struggle with/ had struggled with an eating disorder.)

Tags: #Humannature, #Goth, and #Romanticism.

What do you desire?Money and wealth?Honor and Pride? Authority and Power? Revenge? or something that transcends all these? Whatever you decide..... is here

In TOG with toshiro hitsugaya powers and abilities

btw i dont own the Imagery so if your the original owner contact me and ill remove it

I wrote this story when I was 17, imaging my crush who would treat me like a real girl, but my dream never got true because he was not gay and I was not born a real girl. Some days I feel so lonely,  the imagery story  I have written represents me and my crush in my dreamy world which will kill my loneliness with his love.


Hope You Guys Enjoy My Dirty Littel Story.

You're Lonely   

Urban.......

In the same year, Sirwen announced a new theory about the Tree of Imagery.
"So, you saying that maybe the Nightmare of the Beginning is located at the Roots?"
"Yeah, in summary."
"Ugh, that's nonsense!"
Nightmares still studied the Tree of Imagery even after it disappeared. The Tree of Imagery held every secret behind birth. It was a motive for every tower and allowed 'Cultivation' to give Nightmares a purpose. They still were clinging onto that tree.
"There's no way. If the Nightmare of the Beginning was located at the roots, we would have found it a long time ago."
"No. We do not know what the Nightmare of the Beginning looks like. We might've even visited the place and didn't even realize it."
But even those Nightmares didn't seem to be convinced by the new theory. It wasn't because Sirwen's theory was complicated. The theory itself was simple. It just said the Tree of Imagery didn't grow in one direction.
"We all know that the branches or the roots didn't grow in one direction."
"Yes, but…"
"My theory has a point. What if the roots and branches circled the universe to meet each other? What if the Tree of Imagery was in the shape of a circle? That might explain why we couldn't find the Nightmare of the Beginning when the Tree of Imagery was destroyed. That's why there's no 'top floor' to the tree!"
"That is nonsense!"
"Finding the Roots in this land is proof! We might not know what the Tree of Imagery looked like!"
Sirwen spoke desperately. She had a reason to as she needed the help of these old Nightmares this time.
"You cannot prove your point. Besides, we can't go to the [Remote Region] anymore. Even if there is the Nightmare of the Beginning there… there is no Tree of Imagery and…"
"That's why I'm telling you! If we change our views, we might be able to reconstruct the way! We might even be allowed to travel through dimensions freely again!"
"No way. Let's cut this nonsense now."
Sirwen bit her lips. She hoped that the old Nightmares who still longed for the Tree of Imagery would understand her, but it was no use. 
Sirwen knew that the time of Nightmares was over.
No more Nightmares were born after the Tree of Imagery disappeared. The tower just became a hollow form of art after Cultivation was gone as if the horrific Cultivation was the true identity of art.
Sirwen shouted angrily.
"FINE! Be fools! Die in your past glory!"
The fall of her race? She didn't care anymore.

Sirwen returned to the only person who understood her.
"…Didn't go well?"
"No."
Sirwen smiled at Runald's concerned expression.
"Don't worry. I can do it alone. I will do it someday. I can meet him again. You just have to stay alive until then."
Runald smiled without energy.
"He's still alive, isn't he?"
"Yeah. I'm sure of it."
Runald blinked slowly.
"I have a strange dream these days. I hear voices calling me somewhere. It's like when I was in his unique world…"
"Don't make it sound like you will die soon, kid."
"…Stop calling me kid, will you? You should respect your elder."
Sirwen quietly tapped Runald's forehead.
They smiled at each other and began talking about the old days like every other day. They talked about the days when Jaehwan first appeared in <Depth>. Then they talked about what followed after. They talked about the stubborn Jaehwan, and days of impossible plans. And…
"When do you die?"
"I don't know. Maybe after 1,000 years?"
"1,000… I didn't know I would feel that time to be so long."
Runald looked up at Sirwen with a lonely expression.
"Sirwen."
"What."
"You have to keep talking to someone even when I'm gone. Okay?"
"…Shut up, kid."
"You should at least talk to yourself. Don't break. Even if everyone forgets everything except you. Don't consider everything as an illusion or a dream. Okay?"
"Of course, I won't."
"Right. You're a Nightmare. I'm sure you have better memory than me."
"Of course."
Runald smiled.
"That's good."
"…"
"You know, those days have become hazy these days. It sometimes even feels like it didn't exist… as if I was in a long dream, that Jaehwan never existed and everything was just a dream…"
And Runald fell asleep. Sirwen felt his breathing slowing down. His heartbeat was dying out. She knew this was the last, but she couldn't wake him up.
She couldn't even dare to close her eyes as it would bring tears. She just placed her hand over Runald's forehead.
"Silly. There's no way it was a dream."

Everyone who had the same dreams disappeared and the old Nightmares died one by one. 
Sirwen was left alone. She alone remembered everything.
No more Roots were found. She thought maybe the Root she found was the last Root that the Tree of Imagery had left. She kept it well and studied it whenever she had time. The Root was the only way to reach the end of her questions. It was the only piece of evidence to answer why she was born in this world, why she met Jaehwan, and what the Nightmare of the Beginning was.
This was the only possible tunnel that might connect her to Jaehwan.
She studied and studied.
She collected documents from dead Nightmares and asked for help from other races. But the research didn't go so well.
10 years passed. 20 years passed. 100 years passed. And then 200 years.
All of a sudden, she realized everyone except tor her had forgotten about a being named Jaehwan. History did not record Jaehwan anymore and no one stabbed. And there was a sign of the return of the System. It wasn't obvious like before. There were no levels or statuses, but Sirwen was able to feel it.
The System was coming back.
Sirwen still did not know anything. She didn't know what the Nightmare of the Beginning was, and why the Tree of Imagery gave birth to her. Sirwen did not know.
And Sirwen placed down the Root she was researching.
She wasn't sure if it was an act of giving up or the beginning of a new challenge. But she remembered when she was creating the tower for the last time, the tower she created for Jaehwan.
Maybe it was a sudden urge, but Sirwen acted on it. She peeled off the Root and began shaping it using her tools.
She began working on her last tower.
With faint longing and severe loneliness, she created the tower. It wasn't a tower for Cultivation. It was a tower that allowed no Cultivation. It had no use, but that's why it was unique.
As she created the tower, she dreamed often.
'This is not a dream. I cannot consider every memory to be a dream.'
But she still dreamed. It was a dream of her quarreling with Chunghuh. There was Karlton and there was Runald. It was also a dream of her arguing with Surha, and it was the dream of his return.
At the end of the long nightmare, she was fixing up the exterior of the tower. There was a lonely tree at the end of her hand.
'Just a bit more. I just need to work on a bit more…'
And she fell asleep again without finishing her work. It was a deep sleep this time. She thought she might not wake up in time before she had fallen asleep.
The sound of quiet breaths filled her small room.
The quietness was steady and calm. It felt like it would continue endlessly, as if it were telling Sirwen that she had done well. That she could rest now.
But it was then that a small sound came from her tower. It was so small that Sirwen could barely hear it. Within the tower, a small crack opened up and the dark room was soon filled with the faint light.
It was a familiar crack.
It was like the day the sky was ripped open by the stab.
The crack began to spread across the tower as if one world was calling upon another world. As if one world was overlapping into another.
Even in her dream, Sirwen saw the crack. She smiled as she knew what it was. In the faint sight, she tried to open her mouth.
She wanted to say that she had waited for too long. 
But her drowsiness was too heavy and she couldn't bring herself up. The tower shined brightly and embraced her. It was as if it was saying that she can sleep more, that it was okay to sleep.
Sirwen felt relieved and closed her eyes.
It was a rest that she could take because she knew this wasn't over.
And in the bright light, she dreamed for a long time.
In that dream, she thought that she should rest well and regain her energy.

Because when she woke up, a new world would be waiting for her.

This is the story of a man who had refused to go back into the past when everyone else had decided to do so.

Until the very end.

Chapter 246: Ouroboros (2)
When the New World first appeared, the most popular name was of course, 'Jaehwan'.

He was the one who destroyed the Tree of Imagery and the System.

People were curious about who he was. What kind of man was he, and why did he destroy the world to bring about a new world? Everyone looked around for him, but no one seemed to know where Jaehwan had disappeared off to.

There were some who claimed that they were 'Jaehwan'.

"I am the God of the New World!"

Most of them said such things, but their corpses were soon found a few months later. The reason for the deaths varied. They were sometimes killed by stabs and slashes, and sometimes they were burned to death. The worst one of all was when they were killed by a golden club.

-Anyone who imposters Jaehwan will die.

As the imposters all died out, Jaehwan became a more mysterious being. Some even considered Jaehwan to be a true God of the New World, but a lot of people condemned him.

-No skill, no status! How can we live in this world!

-Bring back our world! Bring it back!


 
People were shocked. There was no interface, no guide, and no status. They had to endure the world by themselves. And that wasn't the only thing.

-I… I don't want to die…

The 'immortal' life was taken away as the System had fallen. Every being in the world now faced 'death'. The 'aging' that was removed had returned. Now, every being could not escape time. That's how they became 'beings'.

There was the coming of certain death even when nothing was done.

Some were afraid and felt that it was painful, but not everyone felt the same way. There were some who accepted 'death' gladly.

-It's okay. Don't be so sad.

-…

-Hey, stop crying girl.

-I-I'm not crying!

Chunghuh's weakened old voice brought tears to some people. Sirwen was one of them. Tears? Did she still have such emotions left in her? Sirwen smiled bitterly but she couldn't stop herself from crying.

-I've lived long enough… this isn't the first time but it still makes me nervous. Hehe…

Some smiled at Chunghuh still making jokes on the last day. They all grabbed Chunghuh's hand. It was the hand of an old warrior, the hand of an old man who fought for what was right throughout his entire life. Sirwen held his hand.

-Just once… I wanted to see Jaehwan for the last time… I hope he's well.

The old man who lived his entire life looking up at the sky, died while looking up at the sky.

And with Chunghuh to start, people began to die.

Cayman, Euren, and the clan Leaders of <Chaos>…

Those who had outlived the normal human lifespan were the first to go. Yoo Surha was one of them.

-I feel jealous of you for the first time. I am what you see, but you still look the same as the day I met you.

-Nightmares live for a long time.

-Yeah…


 
Surha smiled bitterly.

-You're going to wait for him, aren't you?

-Yeah.

-Please, tell him when he comes back. That he's not wrong. Even if everything was pointless, that he wasn't wrong…

Surha did not lose her strong will even when she became old.

The people who remembered the Tree of Imagery, people who remembered Jaehwan, disappeared one by one, just like that. And then came the people after Jaehwan's time.

40 years. 50 years.

Time passed quickly.

Now, there weren't many left who remembered the Tree of Imagery or the System. They did not know that there were times when people could use the status window, inventory, and show their strength through the level, status, and stages of Adaptation. Moreover, they also did not know that there was a man who fought against the world.

Karlton once said this:

-It's strange, isn't it? Kids these days don't know about the Master.

-We remember him. That's all that matters.

-Yes. It's okay, yet.

-You… your wings look weaker.

-…

Sirwen's raised her eyebrow.

-Aren't you half Angel? You shouldn't be weak already.

-I am half, yes. I'm old if you consider the fact that I'm half-human.

The two became silent for a while.

-Aren't you lonely?

-Shut up. Why would I?

-But you will be.

-…

-I really hope you will not become lonely.

Karlton looked up to the sky as he spoke.

-I am afraid this isn't the last.

And it was a month later that Sirwen heard about Karlton's death.

70 years passed.

Sirwen was still waiting for someone. There was no need to explain who she was waiting for. She looked everywhere for any trace of Jaehwan.

'There is no way he would disappear like this. He has to be out there somewhere.'

'Even if he's not in this world, he has to be alive.'

And the number of people on her 'expedition' team kept on decreasing. Mino, Claire… people who volunteered to search for Jaehwan disappeared from the member list one by one, from accidents or of old age.

'I wish they were here at least.'

Sirwen thought about the people who disappeared during the 'Silvery 7 days' that came after the destruction of the Tree of Imagery.

Yoonhwan and Seoyul.

They were the only people who disappeared after the Fall of the old world. It was strange to consider it a coincidence and Sirwen thought maybe there was a connection to their disappearance and Jaehwan.

"Captain! There's something here!"

When they were searching through the northern lands where the Tree of Imagery's trunk was rumored to be, they found dark and long objects there.

"T-this…"

Sirwen, who was a Nightmare, realized what they were the moment she laid her eyes upon them.

"These are the Roots."

"…Roots? You mean the Roots of the Tree of Imagery?"

"Yeah."

"But how… don't the Roots grow in the direction of the [Remote Region]?"

Sirwen narrowed her eyes at the man.

"Hey, where do you think the [Remote Region] is located?"

"Isn't it under us? I mean, that's where Roots grow right?"

"Under? No. The universe isn't that simple."

"Huh? What do you mean? What is…"

But he couldn't hear Sirwen's answer. Sirwen froze in place as the man looked back.

"Captain?"

Sirwen's hands were shaking. Step by step, she walked over to the corner of the giant root and found something stuck in there.

'I searched for so long.'

She held back the tears and caressed the object that was stuck there. It was a sword that had been destroyed. It was the sword that the loneliest man in the world, the most stubborn man in the world, once used.

It was Jaehwan's broken sword.

Chapter 247: Ouroboros (3) – Epilogue
In the same year, Sirwen announced a new theory about the Tree of Imagery.

"So, you saying that maybe the Nightmare of the Beginning is located at the Roots?"

"Yeah, in summary."

"Ugh, that's nonsense!"

Nightmares still studied the Tree of Imagery even after it disappeared. The Tree of Imagery held every secret behind birth. It was a motive for every tower and allowed 'Cultivation' to give Nightmares a purpose. They still were clinging onto that tree.

"There's no way. If the Nightmare of the Beginning was located at the roots, we would have found it a long time ago."

"No. We do not know what the Nightmare of the Beginning looks like. We might've even visited the place and didn't even realize it."

But even those Nightmares didn't seem to be convinced by the new theory. It wasn't because Sirwen's theory was complicated. The theory itself was simple. It just said the Tree of Imagery didn't grow in one direction.

"We all know that the branches or the roots didn't grow in one direction."

"Yes, but…"


 
"My theory has a point. What if the roots and branches circled the universe to meet each other? What if the Tree of Imagery was in the shape of a circle? That might explain why we couldn't find the Nightmare of the Beginning when the Tree of Imagery was destroyed. That's why there's no 'top floor' to the tree!"

"That is nonsense!"

"Finding the Roots in this land is proof! We might not know what the Tree of Imagery looked like!"

Sirwen spoke desperately. She had a reason to as she needed the help of these old Nightmares this time.

"You cannot prove your point. Besides, we can't go to the [Remote Region] anymore. Even if there is the Nightmare of the Beginning there… there is no Tree of Imagery and…"

"That's why I'm telling you! If we change our views, we might be able to reconstruct the way! We might even be allowed to travel through dimensions freely again!"

"No way. Let's cut this nonsense now."

Sirwen bit her lips. She hoped that the old Nightmares who still longed for the Tree of Imagery would understand her, but it was no use.

Sirwen knew that the time of Nightmares was over.

No more Nightmares were born after the Tree of Imagery disappeared. The tower just became a hollow form of art after Cultivation was gone as if the horrific Cultivation was the true identity of art.

Sirwen shouted angrily.

"FINE! Be fools! Die in your past glory!"

The fall of her race? She didn't care anymore.

Sirwen returned to the only person who understood her.

"…Didn't go well?"

"No."

Sirwen smiled at Runald's concerned expression.

"Don't worry. I can do it alone. I will do it someday. I can meet him again. You just have to stay alive until then."

Runald smiled without energy.

"He's still alive, isn't he?"


 
"Yeah. I'm sure of it."

Runald blinked slowly.

"I have a strange dream these days. I hear voices calling me somewhere. It's like when I was in his unique world…"

"Don't make it sound like you will die soon, kid."

"…Stop calling me kid, will you? You should respect your elder."

Sirwen quietly tapped Runald's forehead.

They smiled at each other and began talking about the old days like every other day. They talked about the days when Jaehwan first appeared in <Depth>. Then they talked about what followed after. They talked about the stubborn Jaehwan, and days of impossible plans. And…

"When do you die?"

"I don't know. Maybe after 1,000 years?"

"1,000… I didn't know I would feel that time to be so long."

Runald looked up at Sirwen with a lonely expression.

"Sirwen."

"What."

"You have to keep talking to someone even when I'm gone. Okay?"

"…Shut up, kid."

"You should at least talk to yourself. Don't break. Even if everyone forgets everything except you. Don't consider everything as an illusion or a dream. Okay?"

"Of course, I won't."

"Right. You're a Nightmare. I'm sure you have better memory than me."

"Of course."

Runald smiled.

"That's good."

"…"

"You know, those days have become hazy these days. It sometimes even feels like it didn't exist… as if I was in a long dream, that Jaehwan never existed and everything was just a dream…"

And Runald fell asleep. Sirwen felt his breathing slowing down. His heartbeat was dying out. She knew this was the last, but she couldn't wake him up.

She couldn't even dare to close her eyes as it would bring tears. She just placed her hand over Runald's forehead.

"Silly. There's no way it was a dream."

Everyone who had the same dreams disappeared and the old Nightmares died one by one.

Sirwen was left alone. She alone remembered everything.

No more Roots were found. She thought maybe the Root she found was the last Root that the Tree of Imagery had left. She kept it well and studied it whenever she had time. The Root was the only way to reach the end of her questions. It was the only piece of evidence to answer why she was born in this world, why she met Jaehwan, and what the Nightmare of the Beginning was.

This was the only possible tunnel that might connect her to Jaehwan.

She studied and studied.

She collected documents from dead Nightmares and asked for help from other races. But the research didn't go so well.

10 years passed. 20 years passed. 100 years passed. And then 200 years.

All of a sudden, she realized everyone except tor her had forgotten about a being named Jaehwan. History did not record Jaehwan anymore and no one stabbed. And there was a sign of the return of the System. It wasn't obvious like before. There were no levels or statuses, but Sirwen was able to feel it.

The System was coming back.

Sirwen still did not know anything. She didn't know what the Nightmare of the Beginning was, and why the Tree of Imagery gave birth to her. Sirwen did not know.

And Sirwen placed down the Root she was researching.

She wasn't sure if it was an act of giving up or the beginning of a new challenge. But she remembered when she was creating the tower for the last time, the tower she created for Jaehwan.

Maybe it was a sudden urge, but Sirwen acted on it. She peeled off the Root and began shaping it using her tools.

She began working on her last tower.

With faint longing and severe loneliness, she created the tower. It wasn't a tower for Cultivation. It was a tower that allowed no Cultivation. It had no use, but that's why it was unique.

As she created the tower, she dreamed often.

'This is not a dream. I cannot consider every memory to be a dream.'

But she still dreamed. It was a dream of her quarreling with Chunghuh. There was Karlton and there was Runald. It was also a dream of her arguing with Surha, and it was the dream of his return.

At the end of the long nightmare, she was fixing up the exterior of the tower. There was a lonely tree at the end of her hand.

'Just a bit more. I just need to work on a bit more…'

And she fell asleep again without finishing her work. It was a deep sleep this time. She thought she might not wake up in time before she had fallen asleep.

The sound of quiet breaths filled her small room.

The quietness was steady and calm. It felt like it would continue endlessly, as if it were telling Sirwen that she had done well. That she could rest now.

But it was then that a small sound came from her tower. It was so small that Sirwen could barely hear it. Within the tower, a small crack opened up and the dark room was soon filled with the faint light.

It was a familiar crack.

It was like the day the sky was ripped open by the stab.

The crack began to spread across the tower as if one world was calling upon another world. As if one world was overlapping into another.

Even in her dream, Sirwen saw the crack. She smiled as she knew what it was. In the faint sight, she tried to open her mouth.

She wanted to say that she had waited for too long.

But her drowsiness was too heavy and she couldn't bring herself up. The tower shined brightly and embraced her. It was as if it was saying that she can sleep more, that it was okay to sleep.

Sirwen felt relieved and closed her eyes.

It was a rest that she could take because she knew this wasn't over.

And in the bright light, she dreamed for a long time.

In that dream, she thought that she should rest well and regain her energy.

Because when she woke up, a new world would be waiting for her.

"Eh?"
Fang Yuan approached the side of the cave, examined it carefully, and felt anxious.
"This tunnel is smooth and doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but rather, man-made… Furthermore, the layer of rocks outside is obviously a cover-up. There was too much commotion made by the red-eyed white king bird and I while we were fighting, and the rocks gave way?"
After re-enacting the scene, Fang Yuan made a guess on what caused the rocks to give way.
"It seems that this spiritual land is not unclaimed. Did someone discover it before me?"
With this thought, he became solemn.
"Seeing the surroundings outside, it seems that it had been quite a while since someone came here?"
Fang Yuan lit a tree branch and threw it into the tunnel.
"Whoosh!"
The flame was huge and the surroundings were illuminated.
"There is no air circulation, so how is it possible…"
Seeing this, he became suspicious. "How is it possible for fresh air to enter this secret tunnel? Could it be that there is another tunnel inside that leads to the outside world?"
Who would have thought that within the nest of the red-eyed white king bird there would be a secret tunnel?
What was even more surprising was that this tunnel was antique, but seemed like it was rebuilt, and smelled like it was lost in time.
"Flower Fox Ferret!"
Fang Yuan nodded his head. The Flower Fox Ferret dashed into the cave and appeared after a short while.
"Is there any danger?"
Seeing the response of the Flower Fox Ferret, Fang Yuan sighed and carefully entered the cave.
The four walls of the cave were smoothened out, and with the light from the flame, a distinct shadow could be seen on the wall.
"This is impossible… What material is this made out of?"
Fang Yuan touched the wall, and it felt cold and smooth, like the finest silk, or a mirror. It was shocking.
Furthermore, within the woods, the purpose of a secret tunnel would be to bring convenience and act as a shortcut, or a hiding place; there was no need to make it so exquisite.
Unless… It was effortless to make it as such.
Fang Yuan continued walking inwards, and his shadow continually appeared on the walls, overlapping each other, appearing somewhat hypnotic.
All of a sudden, a layer of fog appeared, covering the ground.
"Go to sleep! Sleep!"
A strong hypnotic force was felt as Fang Yuan became sleepy.
"This is… The unknown force surrounding Green peak spiritual land?"
Fang Yuan felt a chill down his spine.
Surrounding the spiritual land, there was a similar hypnotic force protecting the land. This force seemed to only affect humans, and even Fang Yuan himself was previously affected by it, and only pulled through with a little bit of luck. After that incident, he slowly grew a resistance to it.
However, the force here was stronger by 10 times! 100 times!
Fang Yuan felt his eyelids becoming heavy, and even the miniature elemental force within him felt lazy, and he could not call upon it.
"The mind is the owner of the body. If it is calm, it will become wiser; if it is unsettled, one will become lost. In meditating, one must find peace and leave all behind. Only if this is fulfilled would someone find void and reconcile with the teachings. In leaving everything behind and meditating, there are four deviations in which one must avoid, and they are: The mind lost in blindness, the mind cannot be controlled, the mind does not know where it comes from and where to go, and one's thoughts do not agree with one's actions. Only by overcoming these four difficulties would one be able to control their mind and enter the next step of cultivation…"
In a moment, the entire Meditative Tea Ceremony appeared in his head.
Fang Yuan crossed his legs, sat down and began to recite.
After a while, he felt a cooling sensation flowing from his consciousness. He felt a chill all over, and the restricted inner force began to flow smoothly throughout his entire body again.
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, and a furry face appeared in front of him.
"Keke!"
The Flower Fox Ferret looked at Fang Yuan, and seeing that he was alright, patted its chest with its paws, as though it heaved a sigh of relief.
There was an urgent chirp coming from outside, and the Iron-tailed Black Eagle sounded rather desperate. It was too big-sized to enter the tunnel and could only make a commotion outside to attract attention.
"I'm alright!"
Fang Yuan shouted, and appeased the two spiritual beasts. He felt comforted that spiritual beasts were much more loyal than humans; if Zhou Wenwu was here instead, who would've known what would happen.
After getting a grip, Fang Yuan looked at the tunnel. The walls were as reflective as before, and the fog rose up from the ground as though he was in Heaven; the only difference was that there was no more hypnotizing effect.
"Master… You saved me once more…"
Fang Yuan sighed and walked on.
Very quickly, he approached a dead end. There was a crystal door made up of many tiny crystals.
Above the door was a crack, and within it was an obvious green colour. It seemed like a squarish jade piece.
With its features, Fang Yuan could recognise from one look and recall the jade with the Blood Magic Technique.
Without hesitation, he stretched his hand out to retrieve the jade.
"It is indeed similar…"
There was no special trap or mechanism when Fang Yuan attempted to retrieve it. He tried to push the crystal door, but it was as firm as a mountain and would not budge.
Mustering up all his strength, he tried a few more times. Fang Yuan was disappointed that even with his current strength, he still could not open the door.
"If the top of the door could have this piece of jade, then I wonder what other treasures would be inside?"
Fang Yuan hesitated, thought about it, and placed the jade on his forehead. He focused his magical energy on his Mind Palace, and something broke through.
"Rumble!"
A rumbling was heard from around. Fang Yuan became dizzy and a scene appeared in front of him!
Within the fog, an old man wearing a feathered robe appeared in front of the door, and looked over, full of compassion.
"Master?!"
Witnessing this scene made Fang Yuan feel like he was seeing a ghost!
This old man's image was exactly this same as his buried Master- Master Wenxin!
He witnessed Master Wenxin's last breath and even saw his body being cremated, and tombstone erected.
"Fang Yuan, do you feel shocked after witnessing this scene?"
Master Wenxin jokingly asked, and his tone and expression were the same as how Fang Yuan remembered him. "Master must let you know, that this is not a joke, nor it is my rebirth from the dead. What you are witnessing now is the imagery I left behind… This spiritual land was set-up by myself, and only you can pass the tests along the way to make it alive here!"
"Imagery…"
Fang Yuan realised that the surroundings were not real, but just a figment of his imagination. "Whatever is recorded in this jade is now playing in my mind? Is Master this powerful? This move is unprecedented… Furthermore, setting up this spiritual land?"
One of his suspicions was removed.
With such a strong hypnotic force around the entire mysterious spiritual land, how could his Meditative Tea Ceremony easily counter it?
The only possibility was that he held the 'key' to it!
This land was an inheritance from Master Wenxin!
After he cleared this doubt, another doubt arose. "Master… What kind of person are you, why would you leave it here for me to discover and not pass it to me directly?"
"When I was young, I made a little name for myself. I became tired of the happenings in the city and left to live in the secluded valley, then subsequently met you. All this is fate…"
Of course, Master Wenxin could not answer Fang Yuan's question; after all, he was just an imagery and had no mind of its own. It could only continue as to how it was programmed. "Master initially prepared to bring all my teachings to the grave, and let you led a simple life. That might be a good choice, but after that, I realised that you were not a normal person!"
Even though this was just an imagery, Master Wenxin's expression still shocked Fang Yuan, as though he was being seen through. He began to suspect if Master Wenxin had known about his secret all along.
"Therefore, as a special person, you will undergo a special journey. Your life will be full of surprises… Master shall leave you this piece of land, and see if fate brings you here!"
At the end, Master Wenxin's tone became serious. "Master will split my inheritance into a few parts, and you have to progressively inherit in order to receive the full inheritance. This is for your own good; after all, my teachings are too dangerous… But if you may succeed in the future, you can stand tall and proud…"
"Lastly, after inheriting what I have for you, you will definitely pass it down. I use to have a nickname in the past, called 'Heartless'…"
After Master Wenxin's description, Fang Yuan's expression kept changing; from the joy at the beginning, to being surprised by his master, then shock. It was complicated.
After a long while, the imagery disappeared, and what was left was a line of words.
"Master's inheritance…"
Fang Yuan did not read on. He kept the jade, looked at the crystal door, confused, and suddenly, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Master, don't you worry. As your disciple, I will pass down whatever I have learnt, take over whatever you might have, and also… take your revenge!"
"Dong! Dong!"
After paying his respects, he left without turning around.
Master Wenxin's inheritance was split into a few parts, and without accomplishing what was written on the jade, no one could open the door, not even by brute force. Fang Yuan had no other choice but to leave.
The information he gathered today was too much for him. He needed to calm down and think through it.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
Fang Yuan took a quick glance at the unconscious red-eyed white king bird, went out to the cliff, rode the Iron-tailed Black Eagle, and flew over the Green Peak spiritual land.
Although this spiritual land was rather small, it was still over half a square mile. Although most of it was hilly and uneven, to Fang Yuan, it could be flattened out and converted to a farm and it could be expanded by another 200,000 square yards.
"Such a spiritual land with a dream-like surrounding… Who would have known that it was made by Master from scratch…"
Fang Yuan looked at the entire spiritual land, and his became increasingly shocked. "Is he a dream master?"
Based on Master Wenxin, he was a dream master.
A dream master was different from a spiritual knight who could conjure spells with the flick of a wrist and different from an alchemy master who could make spiritual pills. A dream master was much more superior, and based on rumours, on the list of talents, a dream master was ranked first, and if becoming a dream master was impossible, only then would one consider to become a spiritual knight or an alchemy master.
Furthermore, if one were to become a true high-level dream master, his dream world could be actualised, and such dream-like surroundings would be formed!


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

I am encouraged and thankful to the readers who support me.
This is very uplifting and exciting to behold, I honestly never imagined I'd come this far in my writing. 

From my previous chapter, I am quite shocked I was able to bring it all together from my imagination! I'm still sitting here wondering how I was able to do it, I don't know; I just dream or think something.
The story appears and plays out before me, it's like something I can see in reality, and so I capture it by writing it down; Describing it to my upmost ability. 
I'm quite shaken with excitement, I'm enjoying what I can think of, it's from being a reader and musician that aids my creativity. 
I even scare myself some times, these crazy imagery stories surprise me, and I enjoy the thrill it produces. 

Jesus Christ gave me a mind that thinks pretty rapidly, I never stop dreaming.
There are plenty of authors more capable than I am, but I thank my Savior and readers for the continuation of encouragement.

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity.

This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma.
I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them.
It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. 

While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression.
My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel.


As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid.

I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems.

*For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107.

##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would.

I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify.  ;)

A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. 
I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too.
Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.”

My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life.  ;)

The teacher waved her hands, a gesture that, as Si Zhengting recalled, spoke of resigned disappointment.
Zhuang Nainai continued her recital.
"My second dream is to own a princess bed. It will be European style, measuring three meters by three meters, big enough for me to roll around on it all I want. And it will come with a white mosquito net. When the summer breeze blows past, the white mesh will float dreamily in the wind…"
Her imagery got all the girls in the class daydreaming too.
At least that was a normal dream.
Si Zhengting had thought so, but he found out that he was wrong immediately, for she continued. 
"Of course, for this dream to come true, I need to understand the market for European beds, and then work my ass off to earn the money. But most importantly, I need a bigger room, my current bedroom is… too small to fit such a big bed in!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A roar of laughter sounded. Zhuang Nainai turned to face her classmates and scratched her head. She then joined in the laughter in a silly way.
The Zhuang Nainai back then was as pure as a blank piece of paper. Si Zhengting wondered how such a person could exist in the world.
He discovered later that Zhuang Nainai had a different view of the world and values from everyone around her due to the European upbringing she received from her mother. 
When he was in high school, his circle of friends was limited to a small group that included Su Yanbing. All others avoided him for he was the heir to the Imperial Group, and they felt inferior standing next to him.
He had countless admirers, but none of the girls had the courage to speak to him even once.
Only she had seemed to never notice the disparity in social status between them, following him around, calling him by his name with an air of righteousness. He could not suppress a smile at the thought of her back then. 
However, she had changed after all.
Five years later, she had learned to put on a false front, to tiptoe around him, and to concede to his demands.
Back then, she would show her affection for him with pride, but now, she had to hide her dislike for him.
Si Zhengting's eyes darkened at this thought. Should he be happy that she changed? Given her character back then, she would never have stayed with him if she did not like him.
Si Zhengting frowned slightly and watched the girl who was curled up in the bed. He reached to release the net. She was half-visible from behind the white canopy of mesh, looking a lot like a princess. 
He unconsciously slowed his movements. He stood barefoot on the floor and drew the curtains firmly shut before getting dressed quickly. He was halfway out of the door when he suddenly recalled something and turned back. He found a bag and dumped all the items from the drawer into it before leaving again. 
Si Zhengting descended the stairs. The butler approached and looked past him upstairs. With a smile, he enquired, "Sir, Madam…"
"She's exhausted, don't disturb her."
Exhausted?
A big smile blossomed on the butler's face and he replied, "Yes, yes."
Si Zhengting then thrust the bag into his arms and said in a cold voice, "Uncle Lee, I am young and energetic. You, on the other hand, have years catching up on you. You need these things more than I do." 
The butler was speechless.


He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 




Catherine wakes suddenly, every thought in sharp definition. Her eyes draw in every glimmer of tiny light from the luminous lamp and, she realized she would have slept too long. When she recognized, she wasn't in Sean's guess room. She searched for her surroundings. Catherine lay there, keeping her eyes closed, matching her breaths to the beeping of the machines that hemmed in the bed, the mere reminders of her pulse, her existence. Her limbs were dull. 

 Curiosity pried open her drowsy eyes to see a dismal view of a magnolia gold-painted room. 

“Sean?. Oh my god, why are we back? No no!” Though Catherine's eyes were clear she couldn't determine why; her heart was pounding, her mind was empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been drained into her carotid. Her dream ended as it disturbed her back into reality. Her eyes opened, her eyelashes batting against her lids when she squinted. “Sean?” She whispered. 

“I'm here, Catherine,” Sean answered. 

 He laid back on the bed, considering whether he should get up. His muscles felt weak, just like his energy. He let out an agitated groan, grumbling as he rolled from the cream-colored bed he had been occupying. What day was it? How long had we been asleep? These questions rushed through his mind as he let out a loud yawn, ready to start the day. 

“I don't understand, why are we back? The battle, they need you.” He announced. 

“I don't know, we aren't supposed to wake up yet, where are we by the way?” She replied and examined the place. 

The room was a concrete pen with a golden and navy-blue curtain double window. It has a stagnant smell of disinfectant. Everything was pale with plain lines, simple and yet calming. The room doesn't feel like home, where she can draw the curtains and pour her favorite spirit, listen to soft jazz. Yet, she lets her hand slip to the cotton sheets, simple, stiff, functional. It was a place to lie and not a bed. “Bed” means soft sheets with a lavender perfume” it means comfort and privacy. This place was nothing of those qualities, and so she defines it as a “trolley” instead, after all, it has wheels and collapsible sides. 

Catherine bites her lip. Before she even makes it to the other side of the bed, the door opened and her boss Mr. Nasir walked in. “Welcome come back Catherine, Mr. Walton.” He paused as he greeted them and grinned. Catherine noticed that he was unshaven. 

Nasir had been observing them for the past forty-eight hours. It was a futile clash of conflicting thoughts. He didn't even go to sleep, not yet. Nasir just spent hours upon hours working and monitoring their achievements, and he was not ready to wake in the dawn to rinse and repeat. 

He knew a rested mind will have the sharpness to carry out the kind of decisions that could be the difference between promotion and being fired. In his youth he was the kind of guy who slept all night and well into the morning, annoying his mother to no end. In his twenties, he was up with the call of his alarm, uncertain and sleep-drunk. Now he cannot make it past three a.m. After a hectic few days of vivid disaster-fuelled. The nodders' device on Sean's headquarters was on fire after monitoring Catherine for roughly twelve hours nonstop, so they ended up transferring her to the unoccupied room available next to the crew accommodation. 

The device was analyzing Catherine presenting sleep-related issues, it produces the strongest possibility of achieving meaningful data about the basic condition. Since the dreaming state and the waking state are both essential components of a 24-hour continuum, the condition of Catherine's waking state was significant. Nasir has an idea that requires further data from the nodders device. 

Yet, he made certain both were completely taken for. They've been sleeping for two days straight, so he took care of their well-being himself. In his restlessness, he was drained on silence. For hours, it has soaked into his pores, dowsing his mind in its thick toxicity. The efficiency of his thoughts left long ago, leaving behind these fatigued neurons to fire almost- thrashing without direction. He wanted so much not to think at all, he demands to be absorbed into the ambiguity that the night promised him hours ago. Nasir looked at the two. His theory had appeared so fast, now it was hopeless to even button up the collar of his shirt. It was the same color as the stretch out of the trim, perhaps a little red around the edges, but not enough. He'd been pacing the room and monitoring them all morning, and as a result, he was ready to pre-order his coffin. 

However, just a few hours ago before they transferred Catherine to the spare room, her dream pattern changed. He then explained to them his theories. 

“Catherine, I think you are not just dreaming. I think your mind was traveling to the multiverse.” 

Their research on what was going in her mind during sleep gave them the idea that her dreams were not simply the result of random electrical brain impulses that pulled imagery from sketches of experience accumulated in the memory. They assume that these images don't form the accounts that Catherine remembers as her dreams. Instead, her waking minds, in trying to produce a sense of the imagery, create the stories without her even realizing it — simply because her brain wants to create a sense of what it has experienced. While Nasir's theory, known as the activation-synthesis hypothesis, created a big split in the dream research field because of its leap aside from the established theories, it has withstood the test of time and was thought one of the more prominent dream theories. But on the other hand, Catherine's dream wasn't only just a dream, his theory was it had taken place somewhere. Maybe in the multiverse and her mind had traveled and the connected end of this spectrum was all possible that worlds coexist with equal reality. 

In Nasir's additional multiverse theory he concluded what Catherine cannot separate events based on her perceptions alone because her conclusions are just that; 'HER' observations. The chain of thought here is: If dogs do not see colors it does not mean that colors do not exist, they just don't exist for dogs. 

“Similarly our knowledge is restricted (in many ways, specifically the ones we don't know about) and there is more to the universe than meets the eye. There is no objective timeline to the universe, it is playing out many possibilities. So in this time and space, we are in one of the potential states the universe could have achieved (or in Catherine's dream was achieved).” He explained. 

“These possibilities are various states of a system we call the universe that exists together. So, in effect, there is more than one universe. Hence, the multiple universes or multiverse.” Nasir added. 

“You mean, my mind was time traveling to a multiverse? Catherine inquired. Her confusion was unmistakable. The idea of her time traveling was beyond her understanding. 

“Yes.” Nasir trailed off. 

“-But adopting a non-scientific new age thinking kind of sense, your existence in the Land of Nod could be that you are traveling through an incalculable number of alternative universes where another universe might not be just imaginary surroundings characters in your dreams.” 

“You mean, maybe we exist in many dimensions at once? Maybe each existence is just a learning event with all experiences being recorded in some cosmic database.?” Sean inquired. 

“Yes, Mr. Walton. You're right. And addition to that, The MULTIVERSE theory specifies that the universe we live in may not be the merely one in expectancy. Our universe could be just one of an infinite number of universes making up a “multiverse.” Several assumptions are pointing out how multiverse are formed — like the extension theory, inflation, parallel universes, daughter universes, mathematical universes, etc. I will not pursue to justify all. It is an immense subject matter.” 

“That was amazing,” Catherine muttered. 

“It was just my theory, Catherine, though.” He trailed off. 

“Since we are only looking at the possibilities of their existence, we need to consider what quantum mechanics says.” 

On cue, Nathan emerged from the door. 

 He was wearing a pressed khaki trousers, brown unpolished shoes, a blue shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and a brown hat. He smiles towards them. “Oh, come on, Nasir. You started without me?” He demanded. 

“Well, you can continue. I'm going out for a coffee and some foods for them, anyway.” Nasir answered and waving Catherine goodbye. 

“Nathan, how are you. Oh, gosh. I missed you.” 

“Of course you do, but tell me everything, okay?” Nathan retorted. 

 It takes a second or two for the new information to sink it, even though it is right before his eyes, Then he feels his lips spread wider into a gaping grin 

“Sure, but I'm still not over yet with the fact that I'm time traveling. The ideas were absurd.” She replied. 

“Trust me, it's not.” Nathan trailed off. 

“See, according to quantum mechanics, 'aim reality' does not exist. What are you seeing are only probabilities that are converging into a particular structure, and all other possible realities must occur in a multiverse.” He paused. 

“There are two principal theories what these other universes may have. The first offer that the same effect and the physical laws that take place in our universe prevail in these universes, further. However, because of the changing degrees with which it created them, it allowed for these alternative universes to have every feasible sequence of particles available — meaning — the continents would be where our oceans are, and so on. The alternative universes may not even work in the same manner as ours does. There could certainly be separate physical laws and space dimensions.” 

“Oh God, that was more puzzling.” Catherine scoffed. She stared at him in awe, wondering how one so fragile and tiny could achieve this level of knowledge. 

“No, no! Catherine, see? The first allows the idea that any person can exist at the same time in more than one place. If we can find out how to travel to these other universes, we would be able to ‘meet’ our other selves, and we did through your mind.” 

“Lovely!” Catherine grinned. “My mind was now a time travel spaceship" 

“Look, it was just Nasir's theory but reasonable enough. In another world, maybe you are a princess yet, maybe you are a witch or a healer, etc.” 

 Sean explained. 

“Seriously?” She smirked. She raised an eyebrow. There was an outburst in her brain... the reasonable sort... the type that holds more chances than she could be aware of... but there were hundreds of notions there in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of the journey, of paths awaiting her feet. 

“Maybe” Sean answered with a wink. 

“Oh God, I hope you're wrong, princess my ass.” Whatever was ahead could be an enormous challenge, and there could be tears, but it was her journey to take and so she smiled. The answers would come, possibly when she least perceived it.

Catherine wishes all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dream was different. Her dreams weren't rainbows and sunshine. However, her dreams became her reality. After all, she was a descendant of the Mark. The bridge over the Land of Nod.

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