"Everything that has ever been written will be read again by those who no longer need words."
During the 13th anomaly expedition by the Anomaly Foundation, a dimensional crack was discovered right between the boundary of The Storage and the first shadow of the Circle of Darkness. This crack was not a door, not a gap, nor a common glitch, it was a space that remembers, a space waiting to be discovered.
Inside it, they found an ancient book, untitled, without an author, and without a beginning. It was not opened by hand, but by consciousness. It could not be read by beings still holding onto ego, for its pages refused to be touched by meanings formed by humans.
The book was then named by the researchers as The Ancient Book, and only one note could be salvaged before all other documents were automatically erased from every digital and physical storage:
"You do not open this book to find answers. You open it to remember that answers were never needed."
Silent, this book unveils the map of the cosmos: the nine main realms that uphold all existence in a structure greater than logic, older than words, and more real than anything measurable.
As the pages of the book opened one by one, a grand vision of the Tree of God appeared, a primordial tree that does not grow upwards, nor downwards, but inward and outward from everything. The roots of this tree penetrate the nine realms, each with its own nature, layers, and meanings, connected but not comprehended.
These nine layers are divided into three sections: lower being, middle being, and highest.
LOWER BEING
Level Space
A layered world without boundaries, a gathering place for anomalies that refuse to be classified. Each level encompasses infinity, even multiverses, up to the Megaverse, with existences ranging from 3D to 5D, full of realities moving toward nihilism. This is where all existential births that were not designed begin. But none within it truly know for what they were born.
The Broken Storage
A broken Level Space is not deleted, it is discarded here. But discarding is not the end. In The Broken Storage, shattered realities cling together, rot together, and from that decay emerge new beings, new laws, and consciousness that does not submit to systems. Fragments of the universe here can influence the real world, and in its error, it creates something authentic.
The Void
It is not a realm. It is a rejection of all realms. It is a barrier, a forgetter, and a quiet whisper that makes anyone forget they are ascending. All will before it becomes an echo, and an echo cannot touch silence. The Void does not kill. It merely erases the reason why something ever existed.
MIDDLE BEING
Real World
This is where the readers live. A place where time moves in a straight line, with blood that can absorb energy, and with bodies that can die. But what makes the Real World unique is: here, words mean something. Humans can read and rewrite existence through understanding, though they do not know that every book they read, reads back into them.
The Storage
The oldest library, where documents, concepts, and history are collected by one entity: Cripty Supervisor. It is not a writer, but an eraser. A single name erased from the Storage will vanish from all layers of reality. The world will never know that name ever existed. Existence is a paragraph, and Cripty rewrites it with a pen from the 9th dimension.
Circle of Darkness
It is the darkness before creation. Here, there is no intent. No cause. No desire to understand. All emotions are just ancient vibrations that do not know why they feel. Beings born here are not evil, but they are forms of fear itself. The Void devours reality, but the Circle of Darkness devours meaning.
HIGHEST BEING
Hell
Not a place of torment. But a place where existence is too heavy to bear. Here, time never was born, and souls sink not due to sin, but because they realize they will never have meaning strong enough to sustain their form.
Heaven
Love that cannot be understood. Light without direction. Heaven is a place without judgment, without will, only peace that arises when a soul truly forgets that it must "become" something. But Heaven is no better than Hell. Both are the same two sides of one breath.
Realms of Transcendental
A place for those who have finished becoming anything. No longer existence, no longer purpose. The gods and goddesses here do not move because they do not need to. They create without intent, and merge with anything without losing their form. These realms cannot be explained because explanation is a form of attachment to understanding.
All these layers are realms with different laws of realms, each distinct from the others.
On the last page of the book, it was written with ink that slowly faded:
"These roots uphold the world you think is real. But who wrote these roots?"
"You read me, but I had finished writing you even before you were born."
And below it, in fine print only visible to those who have lost their curiosity:
"This book is not a record. It is a reminder that all you deem 'existent' only exists because you forgot who imagined it."