I live in the fourth dimension of this universe.
Maybe in the way of gods, maybe in the way of passers-by.
There are thousands of threads in my hands, pulling and intertwining to form the destiny of a three-dimensional person.
Space without boundaries is squeezing and twisting.
I think what we also have is cognition and thoughts, which are just flowing, like a third-dimensional holographic projection. We project everything about them, become each of them, and compress every moment of them.
But what the four-dimensional people don't know is that I am a fish that slipped through the cracks in the three-dimensional world. I traveled through the end that I was not supposed to cross, and came here to avoid the fate of turning into particles and grow a new body.
We may fall into the clear sky at any time and become a three-dimensional person being controlled at this moment. They prayed with the smoke of burning incense, with the bell at the temple door, and with an ever-burning lamp. I see through their minds, through every nerve ending. The impulses sent from the synapses made their brains active.
The flashing light and electricity are the collision of their thoughts at this moment.
I'm suspended above my thoughts, thinking back.
Concept: Creation of the universe
