It was a rainy night. He was here. Yet he was not. He had ascended into a different layer of the world. His deceived world was similar to the world deceived by normal beings. And yet it was completely different. The world as seen by him was a world without color, a world without emotion. Information was the only thing he perceived. Information about everything, yet nothing valuable as he had ascended.
Ascension.
To ascend, one has to maintain a mindset only managable by very few. Most people failed and thus, descended. They went from our current world to the world layer beneath us, a layer so full it was unbearable.
Descension.
The mark of failure. The mark of the majority.
Failures try to change their mark. But no one knows how to change it. It persists through all three layers.
Layers.
The current, the descended and the ascended. Even though there were only three layers, they existed in every universe.
It was no matter to him. For him, it was yet another occurence.
He.
You.
Does it even matter?