Life had always been mundane and boring.Every day, I woke up, got ready for work, came home, and went back to sleep. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing exciting. Just existing — until suddenly, I wasn't.
In the blink of an eye — no, in less than that, in a nanosecond — it was all gone.
The next thing I knew, I was no longer in my room, no longer in my body. I was something else entirely: a 28-year-old Latino twink with a huge bubble butt, floating alone in a void — surrounded by darkness, silence, and nothingness.
And let me tell you — the void? It's boring as hell.
As I drifted aimlessly through it, I began to lose things. Not physical things. People. Places. My name. The essence of me was slipping away piece by piece. All that remained were fragments — things I had consumed rather than lived. Anime. Books. Manga. Manhwa. Video games. Stories. My imagination.
By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. The void was cleansing me — stripping me of memory, identity, existence. So I did the only thing I could: I fought back.
I absorbed it.
The emptiness, the darkness, the forgotten weight of the void — I pulled it into my soul. Every strand of cosmic nothing I devoured made me stronger. My soul grew vast, vast enough to withstand the unraveling.
And then I saw.
The void wasn't just emptiness — it was truth. I saw the universe as it truly was: I had been a speck, a whisper, a moment in an infinite storm of stars and dimensions. The multiverse spread before me like a canvas. Earths layered upon Earths. Timelines twisted and spiraled. Worlds I had only read about or dreamed of... they were real.
When there was no more energy left to absorb, I ascended.
Not to godhood — no, something beyond that.
I became a Dream.
Not a dreamer. Not a god. Dream itself.Like the Dream of the Endless — from the comics, the show, the myths of ink and screen. But not him. Not exactly. I had no siblings. No Delirium, Despair, or Death. I was all of them and none. The only one.
I was the Ruler of the Dreaming. Lord of the Sleeping Mind.Of desire, delight, delirium.Of destruction, destiny, despair.Of memory and fantasy.Because all of these are born in dreams — and so I ruled them all.
And then — I opened my eyes.
I stood at the edge of a new world. A parallel Earth, similar to the one I had left behind, but different. A place where gods walked freely, where angels warred with demons, and monsters hunted in the shadows of belief.
A world like the one I had once read about — like Percy Jackson's. But this wasn't fiction anymore.
This was reality.
And I... I was there from the very beginning.
Watching.
Dreaming.
Waiting.