054: Air

The sky was dark, and it frequently flashed. No, there wasn't a storm. That's just the way the sky was in Dimension Bleck.

Anyway, on this normal day, Dimentio was watching the CragVision. It was showing Flint Cragley, Cragtrotter. Dimentio was so engrossed in the show that he didn't notice Mimi come into the room, looking downcast. It wasn't until she plunked down next to him on the couch, heaving a sigh, that he realized she was there.

"Hello, little Mimi. What brings you here during my TV time?" Dimentio asked.

"I've just been sad all day, Dimmy," Mimi said.

Dimentio thought about asking her not to call him that, but thought better of it. "What is troubling you? If your current boyfriend isn't being nice, just show me to him. I'll teach him."

"No, that's not it. But thanks for the offer, Dimmy. The thing is, I just learned that Air gave birth to everything."

"What?"

"Alright. You see, the Air, or Wind, is the Thoughts of Avá. Avá created the world with her Thoughts. She was asleep, you see, Dimmy, and then she thought, and the Wind is her Thoughts, and it brought about everything. I don't want to be the product of Wind!" Mimi wailed. "Wind makes your hair all messy."

Dimentio had been slowly getting an idea of what was going on. He finally understood when Mimi said for the second time that Wind was Avá's Thoughts. Dimentio slowly nodded, then got off of the couch and knelt in front of her. "Mimi," he said, "that's just a story. Wind didn't create everything. There is no supreme being named Avá. And her Thoughts aren't the Wind. That's all a story for the fantasy world Santharia. It's not real." Dimentio got up off his knees, then patted Mimi on the shoulder. He teleported out, leaving Mimi to watch the CragVision.


Count Bleck was floating through the foyer of Castle Bleck, humming to himself. A voice said "Excuse me, Count." The Count was startled. He turned to find Dimentio floating behind him.

"Would you kindly not startle the Count, Dimentio? It would be greatly appreciated."

"Count," Dimentio said seriously. "I think we need to cancel Mimi's subscription to the InterNed Service."

A/N: I can see a few people scratching their heads. So I'll explain. Santharia is a fantasy world on the Internet. Here is the entry from UrbanDictionary: "Santharia is a large and growing community of people from around the globe that work together to form a great fantasy world in the style of JRR Tolkien. All works and entries on the website are done by real people. With endless details, history, images drawn by artists, and even a free role playing area, Santharia is one of the greatest achievements of the internet."

So, in this fantasy world, there is a race of elves that believes that Avá, the High Elven Goddess, created the world in her sleep. The Wind is her Thoughts, and from the Wind sprang all things physical and spiritual. I'm not saying that I believe it, or that I participate in Santharia. I just found it when searching for ideas for this prompt, and it fit perfectly.

The 'InterNed Service' is basically the Mario version of the Internet. This is not canon, and I have no idea if the Mario world even has the Internet. I know they have email-type stuff, from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door, but beyond that, I have no clue. Anyway, thanks for reading, and if you have time, check out my newest one-shot, Finding the Meaning of Friend, where you'll find my reason for not updating sooner.