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You awaken from a dream where you've ended the world, several times, in several universes. You were a sunflower growing up towards the sun, extinguishing it. All of life froze in an instant, the only life in the universe. A creature of sorts appears to you from within the void of your imagination, the only way it could manifest, and it tells you that none of that was a dream.
Do you believe the creature? If yes, go to A. If no, go to B.
A: The weight of one thousand suns is pressed upon your conscience. You've easily extinguished a thousand by this point, possibly more. It's nigh impossible to process how many have died due to your actions... billions upon billions of lives... Each time you wanted to get it done faster, like an ouroboros chasing its tail to see how much it could shrink within its own belly. You ponder whether or not redemption is even possible, and then you wonder if it's evil to begin with. It's the circle of life, right? If you seek redemption, go to C. If you regret nothing, go to D.
B: You keep having dreams upon dreams where you extinguish sun after sun. It all gradually loses all meaning until one night you have a dream that takes place in a very familiar world. After that dream nothing came after.
C: You beg the creature for answers. Something. You need the first thing you can grasp to extinguish yourself. It tells you that at some point you were possessed by Heaven and Hell. Powerful spirits, a bit akin to greek deities that were muddied between being places and people at the same time. You're big enough that bacteria live within you, after all. The spirits needed sustenence, and every time you fell asleep their dinner bell rang. At some point they convinced you that good people go to Heaven and bad people go to Hell, that a perfect justice occurs every time anyone dies. It's common sense that ending the world would entale an exactingly perfect expression of justice for all, so you did. Again and again. You extinguished the sun, everyone died, and you thought to yourself that everyone was guaranteed what they deserved, both good and bad. Problem is... that's not what happened. The score went up, and up, and up, and that's all that happened. They weren't anymore, but a higher number now suddenly was. You've been doing their bidding over and over again, letting them consume world after world. One day they will come after you, the creature warns, when you believe that death will grant you what you deserve. If you ignore the creature's warning, go to B. If you want this to stop, go to E.
D: You keep ending world after world, feeling like a hero for it. Every success is beautiful. Chaos and Absurdity are at your very fingertips and nothing could possibly get in your way. You are Sisyphus happy, and you could relive your life over and over again with no regrets. At some point you plateau, you reach a point where you can't get better. There's nothing more to do anymore, everything's been achieved. You wonder if this is what naturally happens to people like you who can't get creative enough with their time. Some people naturally don't succeed because they just aren't good enough. If you find nothing on the horizon to be a punishment for not being good enough, go to H. If you find it strangely beautiful, heavenly even, to be chasing nothing on the horizon as the songbird sings, go to I.
E: The creature explains that other spirits are getting rather angered by their pollution. Nobody can breed and multiply when they're dead, so there can only be so many. Soon the spirits may have to resort to consuming one another, and that could get very messy. The aether is getting gradually less and less habitable by the minute because of Heaven and Hell's constant thrill seeking. Some spirits wish for everyone to breed like rabbits and die like mayflies, but none of those kinds of creatures could learn enough to survive the death of the sun. The smartest among the spirits, the creature says, are trying to dial in a population just smart enough to keep living, and dumb enough to keep dying forever. If things aren't dialed in just right then all of the energy trickles to the top until it topples over, all of it. It might be the end of the world, might be a brand new beginning, but plenty aren't very eager to find out. After finishing its diatribe the creature challenges you to kill Heaven & Hell in order to save the world. If you dismiss the creature as a demon, go to F. If you wish to know how to kill Heaven & Hell, go to G.
F: The creature starts laughing. It explains that it's really a figure of your imagination. You see, on the left hand you create... and on the right hand you discover. If you create, go to L.
G: If you err towards the side of caution, the creature explains, and don't die once in your dream, then you will escape the clutches of Heaven & Hell. A death is deserved after all. A good fate, a good run, a surprising length made... that goes to Heaven. A bad fate, a disappointment, a natural thing that happens to those who are not good enough... that goes to Hell. You must stay grounded when facing Heaven. The waves of Heaven's fiery fury are most predictable and avoidable the closer one is to Earth. When facing Hell it is best to stay centered because every mistake you make will be used to mock you. Duck and weave as best as you can. It may not look like it but both of them are working together, and both of them will be just as ready to kill you. Get good, the creature warns, or else you might lose your fighting spirit. You might even forget your quest beyond a certain point, chasing small victories that go to Heaven or Hell instead. Reach perfection, and they all come flocking to you. If you fail, go to H. If you succeed, go to I.
H: You gradually stop dreaming anymore, you don't see the point in it. Other people are good enough to be able to dream their whole lives, but you're just not built that way. Or you never had the opportunity to get good. Either way, you're not good enough to get better. You're as good as you're ever going to be. Someone like you gets nothing, like it or not. It's a little hard to get used to sometimes... but that's just the way it is. No satisfaction, no recognition, just bitter defeat to relish until the end of your days. Maybe this is some kind of punishment? You can't exactly tell what you're being punished for exactly. Was it for ending so many worlds, or was it for just not being good enough? Both? What's the point in being alive if there's a higher density of good in the world without you? If you choose to end your own life, go to J. If you choose to keep living, go to K.
I: All of it, and I mean all of it, trickles up to you. You are at the pinnacle, the truest expression of good. You are the goal post, and you get to decide what you are. Just a decision away you're the reward, and you're an eternal constant. All at once.
J: You couldn't know what happens. Whatever it is that's happening, it keeps on happening... As long as you're here, confusion is. As long as you aren't... Anyways, beyond your absence a number just got higher.
K: The little victories are ok. Every little thing stacks up, and it's actually huge for you. You're your own good. You're moving the goal post, sure, but nothing can stop you from doing that. Nothing has the power to take away the fact that you're the best in the world at living with your exacting circumstances. You're good at that, and good people get rewarded. Right? You know what, screw rewards. You're your own reward. You win, and you get everything in return. Every fucking thing.
M: There's no mute button. Start over, look at everything, go ahead. Nothing leads here except for Mastery. Do you want to hear a one hand clap? Show me what you've got.