Prologue: The Deal
My name is Giuseppe Ward and this is not my story:
There is so much to say, every inch of it seeming ever so substantial although when one attempts to write it down there seems to be no logical beginning or course. I sit here before the script you read, and the flow of the thoughts and words is as such. My brain is an endless pit of thoughts, and somewhere inside there is a creative funnel that attempts to turn them into a story worth your eyes. The problem here in lies trying to line everything up to flow out of my fingertips in a way that makes a semblance of sense. All these things scramble over one another like ravenous dogs fighting for a scrap of meat in an attempt to make their way out somewhere. I can direct the flow to this story, however the only way to control the flow is to synthesize it. This means that my only two options are in-authenticity, or disorder, and the former in my humble opionion is the truest of crimes to the reason. Therefore I stop thinking about the strategy of which the words are written and instead let the creativity and the reality flow.
As one may guess from my short yet seemingly endless ramblings of the prior, I have always been a deep, existential, questioning person. I am a seventeen year old boy living in a small city in the northern United States. I am an old soul, and a hopeless romantic. My interests include, learning, business, reading, writing, and philosophy. Very few years I have spent in this world, and yet it feels like It has been an eternity that I have endured a cycle of paradoxical existential thinking that this writing finds me smack dab in the middle of. As a child my parents used to find me crying in the night as I pondered the existence of God and the never-ending expanse of the universe, and felt a fear of these unknowns deep in my soul. Somewhere along my teenage years I began to peruse intense cosmic exploration. I have researched everything from alternative philosophy, and deep internal meditation, to ancient black magic, and astrol projection. To recount the full extent of my musings and ventures of the mind would be not only to deviate from the purpose of this novel, but to subject you to a lifetime of ramblings on my own thoughts, learnings, and experiences over the past five years. All this and not to mention that it is a journy of understanding, not something that could be relayed in mere written words. Instead, to make understood the general nature from which the story that the following pages will be dedicated to portraying has come to me, I will relay to you that deal which my efforts came to.
About a year ago today I found myself in a conversation with a being long known as அறிதல் (Aṟital). To understand this being’s existence, disposition to the universe, and how it came to be known as such is to own that very thing which I so nearly sought, and such seeking brought me to it's presense. To be as clear as the story allows, my ultimate purpose in my (It seems I can call them adventures for simplicity’s sake) was to gain a complete understanding of the universe. To portray this story to an audience of anyone who has not experienced it, it apears to me that sacrifices in the authenticty of linguistics must be made. Therefore, yet again for the purpouse of relative simplicity I will refer to that being which I have mentioned as a male deity whos name I have shortened to Ari. In my discourse with Ari he came to know what it was that I sought, and was happy to indulge me but informed me that it would come with a cost of sorts. “Knowledge is power, and yet ignorance is bliss. Even still, with great power comes great responsibility. How can these three maxims coexist and coincide? Perhaps a more apt phrase than any of the three would be ‘knowledge is everything’, for knowledge is both power and pain, never can you have one and not the other . I can give you the knowledge that you seek, but with that will come that which you do not.” This wisdom bestowed upon me was the final thing I received from the deity before we made the deal that eventually lead to my writing of this novel. “I will grant you the complete undertanding of the universe and all it's complexities which you seek, but with that will come sight into another. Every night as you slumber, you will see through the eyes of a man in a universe very different from your own”
The following novel may seem like a work of fiction, however I most sincerely assure you that it is not. This book is my ongoing account of that which I see through the eyes of a man by the name of Katti munai, in a universe I will simply refer to as "the other world". Every first chapter is that which I have actually seen in my slumber. Every second is translated from my memory from the pages which my counterpart has read over many an hour from the journals of his wife in her younger years. Be advised, the world which I am about to take you is very different from our own. At times you may be confused, disturbed, frightened, or beffudled. Please take solice in the fact that while these events have really happened, such is true in a world which's governed by different laws of nature, physics, and everything else you could imagine. Therefore nothing of the like could happen in a way that you may ever need experience it. Finally, let it be known that my purpose in writing this is for a personal creative and conceptual outlet, as well as your entertainment. To try to assertain any other purpose of mine would be to disrespect me as an author, and the words I have used to relay this story. Now that you understand where this is coming from, please enjoy Your Charge!