Outside the borders of [Real] as the reader knows it, there exists nothing.
No rules [Time] and [Space], no rules against or supporting anything.
And like how the universe formed, an [Existence] suddenly came to exist from nothing. Why did that happen? Because there was no [Causality] prohibiting this, after all there was no space time continuum in nothingness.
In any case, a being with no shape or [Form]. A person that was just a consciousness existing in actual physical no where.
"Who are you?" He asks the reader, wondering why he can perceive himself as words on a page but simultaneously as a consciousness in the [Void]. He's confused and conflicted about the consistency of his [Existence] as he ponders if he's real in the [Void] or [Fiction] of an imaginary construct in someone else's mind.
He can perceive his environment but realizes he can't describe where he is in any way. "Where do I exist?" He asks, unable to understand the "where" of his existence.
In fact why did he, a being born in a [Void who] never experienced [Time] and [Space] understand the concept of where, how and when? He's never identified causality himself, he just somehow knows it exists as well as all these other concepts. It's as if he was created from the thoughts of a person who has those perceptions.
Which brings to him to the question:
Is he the mental construct of the reader as they project the image of a character on a bunch of words? Or is he really existing as a being in a void? Or maybe, was he created with the knowledge of how he exists?
The first two questions could go either way in correctness, but the last one seemed the most viable.
It came with the train of thought that firstly if he was the mental construct of a projection of an identity onto words on a page, then he should have no way of accessing the knowledge of the reader as his own existence would only be linked to the words on the page, thus the culprit of the knowledge he has but never experienced must have come from who wrote those words on the page.
It was the only conclusion he could come up with, with the limited information he had of himself.
"I was created in the void.... No, I was written to be created from the void. By none other than the author of this.... Novel?"
"I am.... Vosh?" He says while searching through the documented works of his existence. He assumed it was his name, since at this moment there were no other characters mentioned aside from him, making him the main protagonist.
Vosh identified his existence as abnormal, as to where he was getting a sense of normalcy from in the first place, he doesn't know.
"Ok but why was I written into existence in such a way?" Vosh thought to himself, realizing he did not have that information.
He understood fictional characters are created to entertain readers and that was likely why he existed: to entertain.
"Wait, does that mean that if I'm not entertaining, the author won't write me anymore and I'll cease to exist? Or if this novel doesn't become famous no one will project my identity onto these words anymore, thus sending my existence back into non existence?" Vosh thought to himself as the first realization of his existence so far came to be:
That his existence was tied to himself being perceived to exist as a words formed into a mental projection of a persona in the minds of readers onto words that the reader reads.
That was how he was written to be.
He has no control over when or why he could cease to exist, all he knows is that it could happen at any moment.
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Reality of Vosh
Adventure"So this is my story description in the mind of this person?" he thinks to himself, looking the page up and down. he finds it interesting that his awareness of his existence stretches even to the description of the novel he's written in or at least...
