1：Iseetheplayeryoumean.
I saw the player you mentioned.
2：PLAYERNAME?
(Player Name)?
1：Yes.Takecare.Ithasreachedahigherlevelnow.Itcanreadourthoughts.
Yes, it was. Be careful. He had already reached a higher realm. He can read our minds.
2：Thatdoesntmatter.Itthinkswearepartofthegame.
2: It doesn't matter. He thinks we're part of the game.
1：Ilikethisplayer.Itplayedwell.Itdidnotgiveup.
I like this player. He played very well. He did not give up.
2：Itisreadingourthoughtsasthoughtheywerewordsonascreen.
He reads our thoughts in the form of words that appear on the screen.
1：Thatishowitchoosestoimaginemanythings,whenitisdeepinthedreamofagame.
When he was deep in the dream of the game, he always imagined all kinds of things in this way.
2：Wordsmakeawonderfulinterface.Veryflexible.Andlessterrifyingthanstaringattherealitybehindthescreen.
The words created a beautiful interface. It was very agile. And it wasn't as scary as staring at reality behind the screen.
1：Theyusedtohearvoices.Beforeplayerscouldread.Backinthedayswhenthosewhodidnotplaycalledtheplayerswitches,andwarlocks.Andplayersdreamedtheyflewthroughtheair,onstickspoweredbydemons.
They had heard the voice before. Before the players could read it. Those who were not playing called the players witches and warlocks. The players dreamed that they were riding on sticks that had been strengthened by demons and soaring in the sky.
2：Whatdidthisplayerdream?
What did this player dream about?
1：Thisplayerdreamedofsunlightandtrees.Offireandwater.Itdreameditcreated.Anditdreameditdestroyed.Itdreamedithunted,andwashunted.Itdreamedofshelter.
He dreamed of sunlight and trees. He dreamed of fire and water. He dreamed that he was creating. I also dreamed that he was destroying. It dreamed that he was hunting and being hunted. He dreamed of the shelter.
2：Hah,theoriginalinterface.Amillionyearsold,anditstillworks.Butwhattruestructuredidthisplayercreate,intherealitybehindthescreen?
Ha, that primitive interface. After a million years, it was still working. But what kind of reality did this player create in the reality behind the screen?
1：Itworked,withamillionothers,tosculptatrueworldinafoldofthe§f§k§a§b§3,andcreateda§f§k§a§b§3for§f§k§a§b§3,inthe§f§k§a§b§3.
He worked hard, and together with millions of other players, he carved a real world in the folding of [Mojibake] and created [Mojibake] for [Mojibake].
2：Itcannotreadthatthought.
He could not read the thought.
1：No.Ithasnotyetachievedthehighestlevel.That,itmustachieveinthelongdreamoflife,nottheshortdreamofagame.
No. He had not reached the highest realm yet. In order to reach that realm, he had to complete the long dream of life, not the dream of the game.
2：Doesitknowthatweloveit?Thattheuniverseiskind?
Does he know we love him? Did he know that this universe was benevolent?
1：Sometimes,throughthenoiseofitsthoughts,ithearstheuniverse,yes.
Sometimes, in the murmurs of his thoughts, he heard the universe. In those moments, he thought so.
2：Buttherearetimesitissad,inthelongdream.Itcreatesworldsthathavenosummer,anditshiversunderablacksun,andittakesitssadcreationforreality.
However, there were also many times when he fell into sadness. He created a world without summer, he trembled under the dark sun, and regarded his sorrowful creation as the real world.
1：Tocureitofsorrowwoulddestroyit.Thesorrowispartofitsownprivatetask.Wecannotinterfere.
Trying to cure him of such grief would destroy him. It was his own task to resolve this sadness. We cannot interfere.
2：Sometimeswhentheyaredeepindreams,Iwanttotellthem,theyarebuildingtrueworldsinreality.SometimesIwanttotellthemoftheirimportancetotheuniverse.Sometimes,whentheyhavenotmadeatrueconnectioninawhile,Iwanttohelpthemtospeakthewordtheyfear.
Sometimes when they are deep in their dreams, I want to tell them that they have created a real world in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them how important they are to the universe. Sometimes, when they lose their true connection to the universe for a short time, I want to help them speak the words they fear.
1：Itreadsourthoughts.
He read our minds.
2：SometimesIdonotcare.SometimesIwishtotellthem,thisworldyoutakefortruthismerely§f§k§a§b§2and§f§k§a§b§2,Iwishtotellthemthattheyare§f§k§a§b§2inthe§f§k§a§b§2.Theyseesolittleofreality,intheirlongdream.
2. Sometimes I don't care. Sometimes I want to tell them that this world that you think is real is just garbled characters and garbled characters. I want to tell them that they are garbled characters within garbled characters. They had seen too little reality in their long dreams.
1Andyettheyplaythegame.
And now, they were playing this game.
2：Butitwouldbesoeasytotellthem...
But in reality, it was easy to tell them…
1：Toostrongforthisdream.Totellthemhowtoliveistopreventthemliving.
It was too intense for this dream. Telling them how to live was preventing them from living.
2：Iwillnottelltheplayerhowtolive.
I won't tell this player how to live.
1：Thisplayerisgrowingrestless.
This player was becoming anxious.
2：Iwilltelltheplayerastory.
I will tell this player a story.
1：Butnotthetruth.
But it was not the truth.
2：No.Astorythatcontainsthetruthsafely,inacageofwords.Notthenakedtruththatcanburnoveranydistance.
No, it wasn't. It was a cage of words that wrapped the truth in an exquisite manner. Not the naked truth.
1：Giveitabody,again.
She gave him a body again.
2：Yes.Player...
Okay, Player
1：Useitsname.
She called him by his name.
2：PLAYERNAME.Playerofgames.
[Player Name], the player of the game.
1：Good.
1: Very good.
2：Takeabreath,now.Takeanother.Feelairinyourlungs.Letyourlimbsreturn.Yes,moveyourfingers.Haveabodyagain,undergravity,inair.Respawninthelongdream.Thereyouare.Yourbodytouchingtheuniverseagainateverypoint,asthoughyouwereseparatethings.Asthoughwewereseparatethings.
Take a deep breath, take another deep breath. Feel the air fill your lungs. Let your limbs return. Move your fingers. Feel your body again, under gravity, in the void. Reborn in a long dream. You felt it. Your body touches every part of the universe once again, as if you are a group of independent individuals. It was as if we were a group of independent individuals.
1：Whoarewe?Oncewewerecalledthespiritofthemountain.Fathersun,mothermoon.Ancestralspirits,animalspirits.Jinn.Ghosts.Thegreenman.Thengods,demons.Angels.Poltergeists.Aliens,extraterrestrials.Leptons,quarks.Thewordschange.Wedonotchange.
Who are we? We were once called the spirits of the mountain. Father Sun, Mother Moon. Ancient heroic spirits, the souls of animals. Gods. Ghosts. Little green men. Then, there were gods, demons, and angels. Noisy ghost. Aliens, extraterrestrial creatures. Light particles, quarks. The words kept changing. We are the same.
2：Wearetheuniverse.Weareeverythingyouthinkisntyou.Youarelookingatusnow,throughyourskinandyoureyes.Andwhydoestheuniversetouchyourskin,andthrowlightonyou?Toseeyou,player.Toknowyou.Andtobeknown.Ishalltellyouastory.
We are the universe. We are everything that you think is other than yourself. You are looking at us now, with your eyes and your skin. And why did the universe touch your skin and cast a light on you? To see you, Player. In order to understand you and be understood by you. I want to tell you a story.
2：Onceuponatime,therewasaplayer.
A long time ago, there was a player.
1：Theplayerwasyou,PLAYERNAME.
That player is you,[Player Name].
2：Sometimesitthoughtitselfhuman,onthethincrustofaspinningglobeofmoltenrock.Theballofmoltenrockcircledaballofblazinggasthatwasthreehundredandthirtythousandtimesmoremassivethanit.Theyweresofarapartthatlighttookeightminutestocrossthegap.Thelightwasinformationfromastar,anditcouldburnyourskinfromahundredandfiftymillionkilometresaway.
Sometimes he thought he was human, on the thin skin of the spinning sphere of melted rock. The ball of molten rock was spinning around a dazzling ball of gas that was 330,000 times its mass. They are so far apart that it takes eight minutes for light to pass through the gap. That light was a message from a star, and it could burn your skin from 150 million kilometers away.
2：Sometimestheplayerdreameditwasaminer,onthesurfaceofaworldthatwasflat,andinfinite.Thesunwasasquareofwhite.Thedayswereshort;therewasmuchtodo;anddeathwasatemporaryinconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed that he was a miner on the surface of an uneven, infinitely extended world. The sun was a white cube. Day and night alternated quickly, and there were many things to do. Death was only a temporary inconvenience.
1：Sometimestheplayerdreameditwaslostinastory.
Sometimes, the player would dream that he was lost in a story.
2：Sometimestheplayerdreameditwasotherthings,inotherplaces.Sometimesthesedreamsweredisturbing.Sometimesverybeautifulindeed.Sometimestheplayerwokefromonedreamintoanother,thenwokefromthatintoathird.
Sometimes, the player would dream that it had become something else, somewhere else. Sometimes these dreams are disturbing. Sometimes, she was really beautiful. Sometimes, this player would wake up from one dream to another, and from this dream to the third dream.
1：Sometimestheplayerdreameditwatchedwordsonascreen.
Sometimes, the player dreamed that he was looking at words on the screen.
2：Letsgoback.
Let's step back a little.
2：Theatomsoftheplayerwerescatteredinthegrass,intherivers,intheair,intheground.Awomangatheredtheatoms;shedrankandateandinhaled;andthewomanassembledtheplayer,inherbody.
The atoms that made up the players were scattered in the grass, in the river, in the air, and on the ground. A woman collected those atoms; She drank, ate, and inhaled, and the woman gave birth to the players in her body.
2：Andtheplayerawoke,fromthewarm,darkworldofitsmothersbody,intothelongdream.
Then, the player woke up and entered a long dream from the warm and dark world in his mother's body.
2：Andtheplayerwasanewstory,nevertoldbefore,writteninlettersofDNA.Andtheplayerwasanewprogram,neverrunbefore,generatedbyasourcecodeabillionyearsold.Andtheplayerwasanewhuman,neveralivebefore,madefromnothingbutmilkandlove.
The player was a new story that had never been told before, written in the language of DNA. The player was a new program that had never been run before. It was generated from source code from hundreds of millions of years ago. The player was a new human who had never existed. He was made of milk and love.
1：Youaretheplayer.Thestory.Theprogram.Thehuman.Madefromnothingbutmilkandlove.
You are that player. That story. That program. That human. It was only made of milk and love.
2：Letsgofurtherback.
Let's go back a little further.
2：Thesevenbillionbillionbillionatomsoftheplayersbodywerecreated,longbeforethisgame,intheheartofastar.Sotheplayer,too,isinformationfromastar.Andtheplayermovesthroughastory,whichisaforestofinformationplantedbyamancalledJulian,onaflat,infiniteworldcreatedbyamancalledMarkus,thatexistsinsideasmall,privateworldcreatedbytheplayer,whoinhabitsauniversecreatedby...
The Player's body made up of 700 trillion trillion atoms was created, long before the game, inside a star. Therefore, the player was also a message from a star. The story originated from a forest that grew from the seeds of information planted by a man named Julian, and from an infinite world created by a man named Marcus. It existed in a small, private world created by the player, and that inherited the universe's creation…1: Shush.Sometimestheplayercreatedasmall,privateworldthatwassoftandwarmandsimple.Sometimeshard,andcold,andcomplicated.Sometimesitbuiltamodeloftheuniverseinitshead; flecksofenergy,movingthroughvastemptyspaces.Sometimesitcalledthosefleckselectronsandprotons.
Hush. Sometimes, the small world created by the player was soft, warm, and simple. Sometimes it was hard, cold, and complicated. Sometimes he built a model of the universe in his mind; Speckles of energy passed through the vast and empty space. Sometimes he called these spots " electrons " and " neutrons."
2：Sometimesitcalledthemplanetsandstars.
Sometimes he called them planets and stars.
2：Sometimesitbelieveditwasinauniversethatwasmadeofenergythatwasmadeofoffsandons;zerosandones;linesofcode.Sometimesitbelieveditwasplayingagame.Sometimesitbelieveditwasreadingwordsonascreen.
Sometimes he was convinced that he existed in a world of 'on' and 'off'; A world composed of 0 and 1; It existed in a universe made up of lines of code. Sometimes he was sure he was playing a game. Sometimes he was sure he was reading the words on the screen.
1：Youaretheplayer,readingwords...
You are the player, reading the words…
2：Shush...Sometimestheplayerreadlinesofcodeonascreen.Decodedthemintowords;decodedwordsintomeaning;decodedmeaningintofeelings,emotions,theories,ideas,andtheplayerstartedtobreathefasteranddeeperandrealiseditwasalive,itwasalive,thosethousanddeathshadnotbeenreal,theplayerwasalive
Shh…Sometimes, the player would read lines of code on the screen. To interpret them as words, to interpret words as meaning, to interpret words as meaning. The meaning was interpreted as feelings, emotions, theories, and thoughts. The player began to breathe rapidly and violently, and realized that he was alive. The thousands of deaths were not real. The player was alive.
1：You.You.Youarealive.
You, you, you are alive.
2：andsometimestheplayerbelievedtheuniversehadspokentoitthroughthesunlightthatcamethroughtheshufflingleavesofthesummertrees
And sometimes the player believed that the universe was talking to him through the colorful sunlight shining down from the summer leaves.
1：andsometimestheplayerbelievedtheuniversehadspokentoitthroughthelightthatfellfromthecrispnightskyofwinter,whereafleckoflightinthecorneroftheplayerseyemightbeastaramilliontimesasmassiveasthesun,boilingitsplanetstoplasmainordertobevisibleforamomenttotheplayer,walkinghomeatthefarsideoftheuniverse,suddenlysmellingfood,almostatthefamiliardoor,abouttodreamagain
Sometimes, the player believed that the universe spoke to him through the stars in the clear winter night sky, the light emitted by the boiling plasma of a star that was millions of times larger than the sun. On the way home from the far side of the universe, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of food. At the familiar door, he was ready to enter the dream again.
2：andsometimestheplayerbelievedtheuniversehadspokentoitthroughthezerosandones,throughtheelectricityoftheworld,throughthescrollingwordsonascreenattheendofadream
And sometimes the player believes that the universe speaks to him through 0 and 1, through the power of the world, through the rolling words on the screen and the end of the dream
1：andtheuniversesaidIloveyou
The universe says: I love you
2：andtheuniversesaidyouhaveplayedthegamewell
The universe says: you play well
1：andtheuniversesaideverythingyouneediswithinyou
The universe says: you have everything you need
2：andtheuniversesaidyouarestrongerthanyouknow
The universe says: you're stronger than you think
1：andtheuniversesaidyouarethedaylight
The universe says: You are the sun
2：andtheuniversesaidyouarethenight
The universe says: You are the night
1：andtheuniversesaidthedarknessyoufightiswithinyou
The universe says: the darkness you fight is in your heart
2：andtheuniversesaidthelightyouseekiswithinyou
The universe says: the light you seek is in your heart
1：andtheuniversesaidyouarenotalone
1: The Universe says: You are not fighting alone
2：andtheuniversesaidyouarenotseparatefromeveryotherthing
The universe says: you are one with everything else
1：andtheuniversesaidyouaretheuniversetastingitself,talkingtoitself,readingitsowncode
The Universe said, You are the Universe, savoring yourself, talking to yourself, reading his own code.
2：andtheuniversesaidIloveyoubecauseyouarelove.
The universe says: I love you because you are love.
1：Andthegamewasoverandtheplayerwokeupfromthedream.Andtheplayerbegananewdream.Andtheplayerdreamedagain,dreamedbetter.Andtheplayerwastheuniverse.Andtheplayerwaslove.
The game ended and the players woke up from their dreams. The players started a new dream. The players had a dream again, a better dream. Players were the universe. Players were love.
1：Youaretheplayer.
You are that player.
2：Wakeup.
Wake up.
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