But I gave up for some reason... Why? I turn my gaze back to her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, and a shining emerald. Like the ocean and space, its transparent and stars are in sight. It is so beautiful and I'm addicted to it.

  Anafabula: "So, tell me Sophia. What do you want to say."

  Her voice purrs in a seduced way, now our nose contact to each other. Soft, her nose is. Fluffy. My mouth hesitates for a moment before speaking.

  Sophia: "Can you... Train me. Make me be as strong as you..."

  My heart bumped as I waited for her answer. To be honest I'm scared. For me as a researcher I want to learn new things, and spread it towards my sisters. For us, we could do the impossible.

  This cosmos has 10 layers or more. 10 planes of existence on different levels from what I heard. I am in the ancient layer. Some of my families are on other levels. Whether below or above me. Anafabula lips tugs until it reaches the end of her eyes.It looks dark, darker than the void.

  Sophia: "Eh... Where am I?"

  The surroundings are crimson. Then I noticed something. I can't breathe. Holding my neck, I felt nothing. It doesn't move. Quickly touch my face I didn't feel anything. Trying to take a deep breath I couldn't. When trying to speak or gasp for air it doesn't go through.

  Sophia: *shaky* "Haa Haa. I can't, what is this?!"

  Feeling my body tremble as I look around nervously. I took a step further. "Ah" I let out a surprise voice as I suddenly fell. A line of red and black walls filled my view. What felt like eternal I finally hit the ground. Laying to my side, I move my shaky hand to my mouth. Once again, gasping for air.

  Sophia: "Th-this is? What's going on."

  Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I tried to stand up but kept on falling. I keep on forgetting there's nothing to hold on. Gaze around to see where I am but no matter where I look it looks the same as before falling.

  But then, something caught my intention. A figure stood out. Not just that but a tree next to it. When was it there?

  I hesitated for a bit before I began to walk towards it. I felt dizzy—I approached the figure and it became clearer. Long black hair that reaches to its waist and slender body. It looks to be a woman. A young one with its skin warm.

  Sophia: "Um um... Excuse me..."

  I tried to call her out, but did not respond-"Excuse me..."-I called her out once again, but to no response. What's going on? Why is she ignoring me. That's when I noticed something strange. Her skin... It's color... There's no way that should be color. Everything is red and black.

  No other colors should exist. *ts-ts-r-ak* Her body began to make weird cracking sound. It sounds gruesome-no it is gruesome. Her body twisted little by little. Feeling sick I decided to leave. It suddenly stops and turns around slowly.

  ???: "Hey, wake up." *pap*

  Sophia: "Geh...?"

  I held my forehead. Eh, pain. I finally felt something but what just happened, what was that? Gathering my thoughts "Ow?!" I was hit again.

  Anafabula: "Hm~ Nice breast."

  Sophia: "Stop! What are you doing?!"

  I swap her hand away from my breast covering them as I step away. What's going on. I'm so confused, so many events coming one after another. Anafabula pouted, ah she looks cute. I'm not falling for it!

  Anafabula: "Just let me cuddle it~."

  Sophia: "I'm being serious here!"

  She laughs evilly. I felt like puking. This woman is crazy. Wait woman? I mean deities, why did I even ask her. Her laugh Substack, I need to run! *groan* I hit the ground and was drag. I felt my body wrap into something then on my cheeks.

  Forcing my neck to twist. Meeting her eyes. It's not the same beauty as the universe but dark. I felt her slender fingers gently slide against my cheeks. I felt my body getting hotter as sweat of drops run down.

  Anafabula: "As you wish."

  Sophia: "Eh?" (What did she say?)

  Anafabula: "As you wish, I said. I'll train you as much as you want."

  Sophia: "Really?"

  I smile like a happy dog-"But."-Her expression turns serious. I have a bad feeling about this. Why did I happen to stay.

  Sophia: *in a trembling voice* "W-what is it."

  Anafabula: "You would have to let me have my way, on your body."

  Ah, I knew it. After all she's touching me right now, and even then, I wouldn't escape from her. So, I'm screw either way.

  Sophia: (Haa, I hate myself.) "...Fine, I'll accept."

  Anafabula & Sophia: "Great!" "Wahh!"

  I rub my butt after falling. Why is she this creep. Ah, no stop touching me. No not between-hm!-"My my~ this is interesting. I hope you satisfy me~"-And so, my normal days turn into hell...

  ...As centuries past, in metaphor. I have been training and training non-stop. "Even if I did train you. You won't be able to even reach the weakest principles." she said at one point during training. "E-ehh!!" I yell in surprise.

  I heard and even study others principle. Such as space, time, and non. If I remember correctly some just don't show themselves or in fact unknown. But Anafabula told me that most of them restart since, they get bored and want to have fun. That pique my interest, so I try to gather more information but she just sexual assault me. I'm not going to get married.

  One fateful day, I was assigned to study cosmologically on an ancient plane. Since every second new cosmology has absolute transcendence as it becomes old. The ruler in their own world self-transcendence.

  As I entered the containment chamber, nervously flipping through my notes. A sudden greeted me with an unsettling smile-"Ah, Sophia."-It said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine.

  Anafabula: "I've been expecting you. You're just in time to witness the birth of a new reality."

  Anafabula began to weave its narrative, words dripping with an otherworldly power. I felt reality warping around me, as if the very fabric of space-time was being rewritten.

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  The space and reality around me, twist like a paper when you only move it at the center-"Stop!"-I pleaded, but my voice was drowned out by the entity's relentless tale.

  The world around me dissolved, replaced by a twisted realm born from Anafabula twisted narrative. I was trapped in a labyrinth of madness, with no escape in sight.

  Sophia: "Why...?"

  °?°

  ANAFABULA POV:

  Ah, Sophia. I'm so sorry. A curious researcher, eager to unravel the secrets of my existence. I had been waiting for someone like her, someone who would understand. As she entered my containment chamber, I sensed her fear and fascination.

  Anafabula: "Ah, the sweet scent of curiosity! I knew she would be the perfect pawn in my game."

  I put my hands on my crotch-”Sophia."-I said, my voice dripping wet. I shall show you the true extent of my power. Prepare to witness the genesis of a new reality, one that will reshape the very fabric of existence. An evil smile appears, when I feel Sophia fighting back.

  Anafabula: (Ah, Sophia's feeble attempts to resist my narrative! How... Amusing.)

  I love my words into a tapestry of reality, ensnaring her in a web of my creation. As my story unfolded, Sophia's world crumbled around her. She was powerless against the might of my powers.

  I started to feel bad for her. But this plan, I should also do the same as Silver King. Being seal.

  Ah, Sophia, dear Sophia. Your mind is now a playground for my imagination. Together, we shall craft a reality that defies the laws of physics and reason.

  Anafabula: (And so, you became a pawn in my game, a game that would reshape the very fabric of existence. Ah, the sweet taste of creative power!) *a seductive and evil smile appears.*

  °?°

  SOPHIA POV:

  I was working late in the archives, surrounded by dusty tomes and faintly glowing screens. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't notice the chill that crept up my spine until it was too late.

  As I turned to leave, a shiver ran down my back, like someone had walked over my grave. I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself it was just the old building settling.

  Sophia: *sigh* "Let's continue working on this language."

  But the sensation lingered, a creeping dread that seemed to seep into my bones-"What is this... Where am I..."-That's when I saw it. A faint, flickering light in the corner of my eye. I turned to look, but there was nothing there.

  Just the darkness, pressing in on me like a living thing-"Where am I...?"-Hold my head with my left hand. I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to the strange sensations I had experienced.

  The shiver, the flickering light... It was as if something was trying to get my attention. I pushed aside my doubts and continued typing, but my fingers felt clumsy and my thoughts were muddled. I let out a tired sigh-"I should probably rest."-Sigh again but this time a tired one.

  Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker, growing dimmer and dimmer until they were little more than faint sparks-"!!!"-I felt a presence behind me, it's cold breath on the back of my neck.

  I tried to turn, but my body seemed frozen in place. That was when I heard the voice, low and menacing, whispering in my ear-"Sophia, Sophia... I have been waiting for you."-The voice was like ice, sending shivers down my spine.

  A childish girly voice-"Anti... Anti-nesting... For both Principle and Anti-Principle."-I tried to scream, but my voice was trapped in my throat.

  The presence moved closer, its cold breath enveloping me-"Hey! Hey! Is this it...? Answer~ me~, Sophia~."-I felt my heart racing, my mind reeling with fear.

  I need to create something. Something to stop this. To survive. But what? What do I plan to create? What am I creating. Anti-nesting. A vessel. But for what?

  And then, suddenly, everything came back like a pool of flood. When I came to it, I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing. The lights were back to normal, and the room was silent once again.

  I stumbled to my feet; my heart is still racing-"What...? My heart...? It's beating...!"-I knew I had to get out of there, to leave the archives and its secrets behind. But as I reached the door, I heard the voice again, whispering in my ear.

  ???: "Sophia, Sophia... You can't escape me. I am the master of narrative, and you are just a character in my story."

  Again, a childish creepy girly voice. I turned to face the voice, but there was no one there. That was when I realized the truth: Anafabula was not just a mysterious entity. It was a story, a narrative that had taken on a life of its own at an unimaginable level. Even ignoring deities that are epilogue, dialogue, and prologue.

  Those who are Alpha and Omega, and are all Omni. Where dreams and story end and start. Are ignore. And I was trapped in its web, a pawn in its twisted game. I knew I had to think fast, to find a way to break free from Anafabula narrative grasp.

  Sophia: "But how...? How am I supposed to survive this...?"

  Then, I remember. I remember the things I did. I remembered my training, my knowledge of and with Anafabula protocols and procedures. I knew I had to create a new narrative, a system or symbol.

  One that would overwrite Anafabula control-"An Anti-nesting principle..."-A third ruler to contain and balance both principles. Principle and Anti-Principle. A vessel.

  No, not just "Anti-nesting Principle", but with also "nesting principle." And that vessel should be me. To combine and contain all principles-*inhale, exhale*-I took a deep breath, focusing my thoughts.

  I began to tell a new story, one of resistance and rebellion. I spoke of a Sophia, deep within me, who refused to be controlled, who fought back against the entity's manipulation. At first, nothing seemed to happen no matter how many times or time skip past.

  Whether ripping or through it. But then, slowly, the room began to change. The walls warped and shifted, the furniture melting away like wax-"Eh~? Oh my~."-Anafabula voice grew louder, more frantic, as it realized its control was slipping.

  I kept speaking, my voice growing stronger, my words more confident. While my eyes are closed, cleaning my mind.

  Sophia: "I was the author of this new narrative, and I would not be silenced." (Well, that was embarrassing to say.)

  Anyways, the "Nesting Principle" is a design concept that focuses on maximizing space utilization when arranging a system. It suggests placing objects inside one another to achieve greater compactness.

  In order for the objects can be nested within other objects or anything, to creating a hierarchy of containment. The principle applies to physical systems, organizational structures, and all, and even mental models. By nesting components efficiently, I can save space, reduce clutter, and improve overall efficiency, and whatever.

  While "Anti-nesting Principle" In the philosophy of consciousness, the anti-nesting principle asserts that one state of consciousness cannot exist within another.

  According to this principle, no state of consciousness can fully contain another state. Essentially, it challenges the idea that consciousness can be neatly stacked or nested within itself.

  Which is why is good enough to capture and contain Anafabula, the principle, And silver king, the Anti-Principle. For I am the "Nesting Principle" and "Anti-nesting Principle".

  To contain both dualistic concepts. Even if it said I can't stack, I could. By breaking ontological and becoming a philosopher's stone.

  Anafabula: "Ah~, Sophia, the Author of the New one."

  I heard her seductive voice. Calm down. Let's just ignore her and continue, I need to help everyone. That's my wish.

  Sophia: "I write, therefore I am. But beyond ink and parchment, I weave existence. In the silence between words, I birth worlds. To kick your ass."

  As I says those words in embarrassment, I must not make a single mistake because it is not merely a writer; but is the weaver of cosmic threads, the architect of ideas, and the keeper of paradoxes for both principles to coexist and to capture their unimaginable power.

  My words shape realities, and my thoughts ripple across to an unknown level. As the creator of the “Nesting Principle,” an "Anti-nesting Principle".

  I understand the delicate balance between containment and expansion, between each absolute hierarchically layers.

  As my mind, thought, souls, body, existences are a labyrinth of nested thoughts, each layer revealing deeper and beyond truths, perfect ontological, and all. I do not fear silence but instead, I embrace it. Becoming the pregnant pause before creation bursts forth.

  For uncountable new possibilities, impossibility, and all creation in ancient verse. A place above Verse that has all existence defies the limitations of mere consciousness.

  As I dance on the edge of paradox, where the finite and infinite kiss, each new metaphor leaves behind footprints in the cosmic sands-*ping*-a flash and a loud bang was heard.

  Finally, with a burst of light and sound, Anafabula control was broken-"Ah~, incredible."-I stood tall as I heard a chilly voice.

  I had taken back control of my own story. But as I looked around, I knew that this was only the beginning-"Is this the power...?"-I look at my body-"Just as I plan."-When I turn towards the voice. Anafabula was still out there, waiting for its next victim.

  Turn towards her ready to fight her. For some reason, I'm not afraid nor anything. I don't feel any emotion or somethin-(Let's just focus on her.)-Shake my head and take a stance. I was ready to take on the challenge, to fight against her narrative manipulation and protect this cosmos from her insidious grasp.

  I knew that I had to act fast. I couldn't let Anafabula continue to manipulate and control others. So, I held my hand against her. I gathered the power that I have gained, Nesting Principle and Anti-nesting Principle, and together, I set out to neutralize the entity. Anafabula.

  When i fire both the nesting principle and the Anti-nesting Principle. Anafabula dodge and dodged like nothing. Rather than being afraid or worrying. She smiles instead, like having fun.

  Continue firing, tracking Anafabula to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. She's going around in infinitely different places. In Absolute Cosmological in different space of existence.

  As my power approached her-"!!!"-Suddenly, I could feel her presence, a dark and malevolent force that seemed to seep into every corner of my mind.

  When I fire both the Nesting Principle and the Anti-nesting Principle. Anafabula dodge and dodged like nothing. Rather than being afraid or worrying. She smiles instead, like having fun.

  The power, Nesting Principle and Anti-nesting Principle, was easley destroyed. Not so surprising. But I was ready. I had prepared a new one, one that would trap Anafabula in a prison of its own making.

  I began to speak, my words weaving a complex web of uncountable story and counter-story. Fake or real, reality or fictional.

  Anafabula: "You idiot! If you do that you'll be back to normal."

  She looks at me, like seeing a dumb kid. Anafabula howled in rage as she realized what was happening. She held out her left hand against me-"I suggest you shouldn't do this."-It tried to fight back, to twist and turn the narrative to its advantage. But to my surprised. She smiled.

  Why? Was it because of my power? Well either way. I gather both Nesting Principle and Anti-nesting Principle full power-"This...? It is too much...!"-I was too strong, my story was too powerful-*ping*-A loud flash and explosives were heard.

  Finally, with a burst of light and sound, cover the whole-"This is not bad... Yes... Let's go with this..."-I heard her voice, seriously but then turn to curious then to a happy child.

  As the light started to fade. I noticed that everything was back to normal. But I shook my head and quickly looked around to see if Anafabula was around.

  Sophia: "Where is she? Did I, did it?"

  As I looked around, my belly, around my crotch was shining bright. I lift my shirt up, where underneath my bellybutton there, on my crotch I could see a symbol. Angel wings. There are 10 wings. The left side is color silver. While the right side of the wings are the color rainbow.

  Sophia: "I did it... I did it!!! I contain her."

  I jump up happily. Anafabula was contained. Its narrative was frozen, trapped in a perpetual loop that would never be broken-"Finally... Finally, everything is saved..."-I breathed a sigh of relief as I secured Anafabula. But I'm wondering. The silver color. Is that silver king. Why is it here?

  Sophia: "...Probably it came in with Anafabula. Since it's already in her... No, but I don't think this wouldn't work." (Even with my new power, this isn't enough to capture Anafabula. I have to admit it. I haven't even seen her seriously as she fought against Silver King.) "What are they planning to do?"

  I touch the mark. I'm scared-"Eh?! I can't use it anymore!?"-When I try to use my Nesting Principle and Anti-nesting Principle it doesn't allow me. I could feel it but I cannot use it for some reason.

  As I delved deeper into the world of anomalous narratives, I discovered that Anafabula was just the tip of the iceberg. Not just her but also Silver King. There were countless other entities out there, each with its own unique brand of narrative manipulation.

  But no matter how many times I dig in. I can't see what they're planning or thinking. They're... Playing with me. Why? What is going to happen in the future? I cannot tell.

  Sophia: "I need to do something. I can't just stay here."

  I stood up and looked around. So, as a researcher and the study I learn from Anafabula who taught me many things, even about her and Silver King. I need to go on a journey to get my power back.

  So, as I turn around walking back. I arrived at the gates; I had heard whispers about this not just by Anafabula but by others as well. Rumors described in these portals take you into any other place. When I heard it, I was both fascinated and terrified by the prospect of it.

  The Beginning of The End

  The Truth Untold