suspension disbelief

I’m the Last Reality Steward, So I Outsourced Saving the World to Glitchy Superheroes. I am Paradox, the last Prince of the Djedi and the administrator of the Space/time. My job description includes maintaining the infinite Matryoshka dimensions, filtering the Chrono Waterfall, and ensuring Reality doesn't crash. It’s a lot of work. And frankly? I’d rather be on vacation. So, when my foster father—a golden deity known as The Oneironaut—accidentally weaponized the trauma of human children into living, breathing superheroes, I didn't panic. I saw a staffing opportunity. Now, I manage a chaotic team of "Imagination Manifests": A ghost bride with abandonment issues, a mermaid who doesn't understand surface physics, and a tank who thinks gravity is a suggestion... There’s just one catch: They operate on Dream Logic. If they ever start thinking like rational adults, they will cease to exist. My job isn't to fight the villains anymore. My job is to keep my team delusional, manage their PR, and stop the Interdimensional IRS from foreclosing on the Earth. Welcome to the Administration. Please don't touch the velvet.