Chapter Fifty Three: All But a Dream

Mysteries are endless, going on till infinity. To know what mysteries truly are—to reach them, one must go on a voyage of mysteries—of infinity. When one has ascended beyond mysteries, there is nothing left to ascend beyond again except oneself.

Cassio floated through the infinite space, not knowing where to go or where he came from. But then, he knew he was somewhere infinitely far away from world he called home—infinitely beyond the Archverse even.

He kept on pondering on Teraph's words, assimilating them. Everything was a piece of fiction—a collective imagination of the Conceptuals. Everything was nothing but words in a book. The more he thought about it, the more he felt he didn't belong to this fictional world. But then, he couldn't bring himself to give up all he had known—all he had lived through. He couldn't bring himself to forsake his former and present life, taking up the status of a Sefirah. He couldn't bring himself to be perfect, existing beyond fiction and representing