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3rd person following a woman, and I am aware this scene is about to become a nightmare, something involving a husband who came back from outer space wrong, carrying something inside him that will manifest in the house in strange ways, killing him and trapping her here. It is already starting to feel like a nightmare, so I take over and steer her toward the front door to change the scene. It takes two doors to leave the nightmare/house. Outside, I am my IRL self, and I am walking out of the mansion I am temporarily staying at, walking down to the road to see if my IRL sisters have arrived yet. I follow the road toward town, and I pass <PERSON> walking the other way and rubberneck shamelessly, walking backwards until she is out of sight. Eventually I come to a fair, where a few people are in costume, including myself, something patriotic-themed. I spot my sisters in the crowd but do not want them to recognize me while I am in costume. The crowds push me into one of the tents showing various curiosities, and one of them, something about a man who fell from the skies, switches the scene to something more stable. 3rd person following a man who observed that if you trace every human interaction you have had throughout your life, and all the interactions those people had and so on, it creates a fractal pattern which he used to warp time and space around himself, condensing it all into a single point with himself at the center, the God of this world. The ground loops over his head to meet itself in a single vividly-colored sphere. Although he is the only creature that can exist in this sphere, there is a door through which he can watch or enter the old world at any point in time or space. The world's been completely transformed by his actions, all throughout its timeline. At the moment he is observing the writing systems that are developing. He is been translating the various markings that he is seen through the door, images made by different cultures throughout time and space, but as far as he can tell, none of them are using a written alphabet. All the markings translate into numbers. He walks through the door into the same point in time/space that he would originally lived, modern times. The place has been through something like an apocalypse as a result of his actions, but it is mostly recovered now. He seeks out a friend who would tried to stop him, and they talk about the changes in the world, and about what is happened to his older brother's estate since the funeral. 'For a madman, he was alright,' the other man says.