PERFORMATIVE WORKS OF THE BLURRED REALM

by METAMORPHOSIS (GooseSyndrome)

Summary:

Most know of two basic dimensions. Imagination and Reality. There's a way to blend those together, something a bit like Reality Shifting. The Blurred Realm is a universe created by one’s ability to mix imagination with reality. Like combining the world of LOTR with your house. People that can enter TBR are called Creators. Bringing fantasy "half" to life is their specialty — if you don't want to count the ever-increasing tensions and divide with their moral standpoints as their primary feature.

These are the messages from Creators. We are telling their stories as they lose their grasp upon themselves and the world around them. The so-called "revolutionizing of reality" comes with a price, after all.

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DO NOT UTILIZE TO FEED ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE OR OTHERWISE FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL GAINS. You are allowed to give your theories, but please do not try to directly copy my characters and their concepts for yourself.

Chapters with trigger warnings are often capable of being skipped without missing anything too important to the short story series.

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Notes:

I was once manipulated to believe this shit was real as, like, a dumb ten-year-old with too much internet access. Over the years, I've (mostly — I still tend to fall back into my old habits) broken that delusion and sorta reclaimed my traumatizing adventure into a universe. That is all :D
P.S. (11/29/25): I'm trying to work out tags to add. It's not going super well. Hopefully these make sense for the story and in context of the actual tags themselves! Sorry if not. They're a heavy subject to change.

Chapter 1: PRAYERS TO AN UNSEEN GUARDIAN - HN

May my flames burn twice as bright as any entity who dares to oppose me within my domain.
May I be seen as a force not to be reckoned with, and if one so categorizes me as it, be a monster powerful enough to not falter whence outnumbered.
I care not of my greed; I am in good hands.. ones that shall find themselves written down in history.
Should my prayers be answered by something willing to uphold protection, please send me your own desires; I shall be your vessel, your loyal servant, and I will ensure that the both of us will be remembered.
I am unsure of how to properly end a prayer. It is not directed toward any particular being, so may my request be safely delivered to one who shall respond.
Goodbye, I hope to speak with you again soon.