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If there was one thing one could always agree on about Existence it was its most basic nature, one that no matter how simple and banal it may sound was the one that always commanded it, a nature that could be summed up in a small and insignificant word. Chaotic, random and unpredictable.
That was the very principle by which Existence was managed, a simple chaos that in its randomness and unpredictability gave shape and structure to everything known and what remains to be discovered. Whether that was a good or bad thing would depend purely on the observer's view.
Anything is possible, no matter how crazy, strange and impossible something might seem or sound. As long as the possibility existed, it could always manifest itself into Existence without any problem. That is the logic of chaos and it is under this same rule that everything worked, basically responsible for the following situation and scenario existing in the first place.
A realm of chaos was revealed to view, changing and mutable are the perfect words to describe it. Filled to the highest extremes with shapes and colors that were combined and destroyed in various forms without any type of order or prior warning to it. A dance of infinite creation and destruction would be one of the many ways to call it.
If one were to describe it in a clear way it would be like looking through a kaleidoscope.
Many would consider it a good place to live, of course one would have to ignore its chaos devoid of any known laws of physics, the downright alien beings that inhabit it, the strange energies that flow and cover the entire place and countless reasons. that frankly with each one that was mentioned one could realize what a bad idea the fact is.
Perhaps it was for this reason that the idea of a small, insignificant soul moving through this place was something no one would think about, which, given the chaotic state of Existence, one would imagine no one was paying attention in the first place. to the operation of this thing.
The soul moved calmly through this realm of chaos, seemingly unaware of its dangers both indirect and direct, even as the latter in the form of the energies of this place radiated into the soul, imbuing it with these exotic energies.
Whether the soul is aware of this fact or not is something completely beyond the reach of a simple observer.
Slow and relaxed, the soul kept its path in this realm of chaos. Whether in a straight line, in circles, upside down, up or down, the soul moved everywhere without any apparent direction or destination, beyond simply moving forward.
It didn't take a genius to realize the disoriented state of the soul, its movements and actions only served to emphasize that simple fact. Which gave a very clear message of the circumstances in which he finds himself. Lost, that's the word to describe it, lost and alone in this realm of chaos, wandering from place to place without any kind of purpose beyond moving forward, basically. A soul adrift, prey to the indifferent machinations of fate.
The situation remained like this for a long time. How much? is a silly question given the chaotic and lawless state of the kingdom in which it operates. Maybe it was a minute, an hour, a century, a millennium... In the end, none of that mattered in the slightest to the drifting soul, only the fact of continuing to move forward.
Given its rhythm and random circumstances, such as the times when, due to the chaotic state of the place, he was teleported to random parts of the kingdom, which forced him to start his journey from scratch. It was actually a pretty horrible fate in general, just moving from one place to another without any kind of purpose beyond constantly moving and observing the same scenery over and over again, is something that would drive anyone crazy.
Such would have been his destiny for all eternity, however, and as ironic as it may sound, it was the same chaos that initially bothered him that ended up saving him.
A small gap formed in this realm of chaos. The appearance of said gap is similar to the stereotypical shape of lightning, it pulses with the same force and ferocity of a cheetah's heart after the longest run of its entire life.
The soul for the first time in a long time voluntarily stood still and with deadly calm approached the gap. Her gait was slow and paranoid, like that of a wild animal that has been placed in a habitat radically different from its origin, which given the state and behavior of the soul it may well be.
Standing on the edge of the gap, I observe the strangeness and wonder of it. A strange, alien feeling ran through him because of it, which given where he was, one would assume he would have gotten used to it by now.
The soul's hesitation did not last, not because of the quick thinking and resolution of it, but more because of the fact that the gap in front was beginning to close. Given this situation, two options were presented.
Firstly, he could simply ignore the event itself and continue his eternal and infinite cycle of going from one place to another without any clear destination or he could break through and let the chaotic Existence reveal again what it had in store for him, whether This was something good or bad.
In the end it did not take him long to make that decision, a decision full of impulsivity and natural savagery of a disoriented soul, nothing new if someone who knew the soul saw it and with those thoughts in his being and with nothing else to do, he crossed the gap.
One could ask oneself what fate awaits the adrift soul, I know what out of something one could be sure of, it would be something fun to see.