Chapter 16: Chapter 16 – Man In The Mirror

Within Prince Chronos Astral's Core

 

I sat there and pondered, almost unaccustomed to no longer feeling any pain. I scanned my surroundings and lightly nodded,

 

‘I don't know what it means to create a world, but with Earth as a reference, I have a core, a surface which coincidently looked like mud, time and space filling the air and an atmosphere holding everything in place…’

 

‘But… I don’t really feel a connection with it, besides the energy particles that formed the air, everything else doesn’t belong to me.’

 

A frown appeared on my forehead, I knew that although my core now seemed like a planet, I didn’t truly own it. With the Divine Wrath as its core, the brownish-green orb as the surface, my own energy as the contents and the holy energy holding everything together as the atmosphere, 3 of the 4 components were exterior forces. Luckily, only the Divine Wrath was actively fighting back...

 

‘What in the world do I do now?!’

 

Just as I was deep in thought, the illuminated sigil which had been shining on my forehead disappeared into my being.

 

Sat deep in thought in my core, a featureless humanoid suddenly started to materialise in front of me. The humanoid figure was unlike anything in the physical realm, its face inscrutable, but its form though translucent was a radiant shimmering entity, a luminous being of white energy particles and purple light. I stood in awe as its soft, ethereal glow shone upon me.

 

The humanoid figure seemed to emanate a sense of peace and serenity as it sat down cross legged right in front of me. Sat face to face, I could feel a profound sense of self awareness and familiarity, almost as if I were sat in front of a mirror that reflected an indescribable sense of clarity and depth.

 

I looked at the sudden visitor with wide eyes and asked,

 

“Who… are you?”

 

“I am … you” it replied,

 

“ More accurately, I am the manifestation of your naturally born space-time sigil.”

 

“We were supposed to be one, but for reasons I do not know, we were separated.”

 

“Perhaps separated isn’t the right description as we are still one being, I guess we had just been compartmentalised.”

 

The translucent figure of white and purple explained in a monotonous tone. He explained that he was a representation of my metaphysical self. A human’s metaphysical self is a complex and multi faceted entity, the repository of a person’s inner most emotions, the seat of their awareness and identity and the locus of their hopes and fears. It is the intangible essence that defines who they are at their core, beyond the physical limits of their body.

 

A person’s metaphysical self is a reflection of a person\s unique identity and individuality, the expression of their soul or spirit and their connection with the foundational energies of the universe.

 

“So… Why are you showing yourself to me now?”

 

I asked skeptically, unsure how to feel about yet another foreign consciousness in what I presumed to be my core.

 

“Well… your… no.. our… worries are right, whatever we have produced here doesn’t yet fully belong to us.”

 

“This is a major problem as the core of any being is the foundations of their existence.”

 

“If we don’t do something about it soon, will we still be ourselves when we only own a quarter of our own core?”

 

I pondered the question seriously, before looking up at the figure.

 

“I’m guessing you have a solution?”

 

“Not so much a solution as a gamble…”

 

“A dimensional sigil is usually the mark of a beings metaphysical existence and yet here we are, separated and talking to one another.”

 

“And because i have a certain level of consciousness of my own, perhaps I'm able to mark this entire world and forcefully take control of everything within?”

 

“Hmm… but what will happen to you?”

 

“I honestly have no idea, but most likely I’d either turn into this world’s consciousness or meld and thoroughly become a part of it.”

 

“Besides this, the other major concern is that we’d essentially be breaking apart our dimensional sigil, I don’t know what that entails but I’m sure that you will lose your original sigil and the dimensional talents that you were born with.”

 

“These are of course all but guesses, the consequences of your recklessness is a total mystery.”

 

“ Do we have any other alternatives?”

 

We looked at the reflection of each other and both shook our heads in sync.

 

“But to sacrifice you….”

 

I hesitated.

 

“You mean to sacrifice a part of yourself?”

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“I am you as much as you are me, besides, better that we take the initiative and lay claim on everything in this world now that it is only in its conception period, than wait till everything stabilizes and we lose control of 3/4 of our existence…”

 

I agreed with my sigil, if I were to one day strike back, I had to be fully independent of external influence.

 

“How do we forcefully claim this mixture of higher tier dimensional energies and principles though.”

 

“I have… no idea… “

 

I froze in my surprise at the answer, mouth open but the thread of thought failed to escape.

 

“*Cough* don't look at me like that… remember I’m you, if you haven’t thought of an idea….”

 

I guess that made sense. Pretty silly expect an answer from a part of me when I myself hadn’t thought about it.

 

“All I can share is that we sigils are manifestations of a beings true metaphysical existence, the form you are right now is but an avatar of your consciousness.”

 

“Do not conflate the two, a person’s core of existence usually exists only in the metaphysical realm…”

 

“A bridge has to be built between the metaphysical and the physical realms through the core, usually at the core stage, once there is this link, the metaphysical existence transverses into the physical realm and becomes one with their physical existence bestowing upon them their sigils.”

 

“A dimensional sigil doesn’t give power, it is a symbol that the cultivator has unlocked certain degrees of control over the metaphysical which their metaphysical self is talented in.”

 

While dimensional energy exists in the physical world, they have a metaphysical presence as well, a sigil shows which kinds of metaphysical energies a cultivator has a born affinity to.

 

For example, a cultivator without the sigil of space will always be at a disadvantage against someone like Athena in the matters of Space because as much as she controls Spacial dimensional energy in our physical world, though not perceptible, she is also controlling its metaphysical mirror-self. The synergy of the two forms the entirety of Space Dimensional Energy.

 

I started delving into this issue,

 

“If that were the case, if my metaphysical form deconstructs itself and becomes one with my core instead of my physical being...”

 

“Would my metaphysical self be able to gain ownership over the core in it’s entirety?”

 

My sigil chimed in,

 

“This is the gamble that we are making, if I can merge with this world, this would in essence make the world the representation of your metaphysical self.”

 

“This would mean you’d lose your natural-born core stage but metamorphosing your metaphysical self might lead either to death …”

 

“Of course we are hoping that it leads to a new sigil with talents of all the powers in this world of yours, or whatever the synergy of the sum mutates into, when you once again break through into the core stage.”

 

“But this world is already of the physical realm, how would I then have it combine with my physical form once again?”

 

“Well, seeing as the fact that I have a consciousness is a abnormality of its own, there’s only one way to find out isn’t there?”

 

“But! The fact is, this world is made within your core, so there is inherently a link to your physical form regardless.”

 

I nodded my head in agreement, what was said made sense and the fact that I had only been alive three days meant that I had not the knowledge base to make a more educated prediction of the results.

 

“Good point, but just as an added precaution, let’s strengthen this link…”

 

“There must be a reason our body grew to that of a three-year old on the first day we were born…”

 

“While you meld and consume this world, I will channel the energy I have within the fibers of my physical being.”

 

He thought for a moment and replied,

“But that could mean that you’d return back to the form of a new-born baby, if we’re lucky!’

 

“Well, at this point one more ‘if’ wont hurt.”

 

“Our goal is to fully make this world ours and the only way to improve the odds is staking both our metaphysical and physical energies..”

 

I took a deep breath, clenched my fists with determination.

 

“Lets do it!”

 

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Author's Notes:

MrBtheNovelist has gotten covid :/ Hopefully the daily uploads wont stop. I'll try my best. 

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