Her mind is like quicksilver in lightning, but her body is Human, and cannot respond in time… deep down, even as she makes to move… she knows with a sinking feeling that she is already… too late.
"Author!!!!! Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Itvasme-Enjoyers in the Audience were in absolute shambles, throwing Powerstone after Powerstone at Author in order to protect their newly favourite Dark Rizzardette that they never knew they needed in their life.
Who knew?!
"But don't you want to see the Dark Rizzards stopped?!?!"
Author asked shamelessly, even as he gleefully chuckled at the rising Powerstone levels…
"N-not like this!!!"
"Pleaseeeee!!!!!!! Tell me she survives!?!?!!?!!"
"Oh… well, since you are so sincere… I'll see what we can do," Author said incorrigibly, as if he hadn't already published this chapter and was actually now genuinely making changes to the Plot… [actually there is a Review window, and so your comments and thoughts do matter and actually *can* shape the Story ✨🔥 which is part of the unique joys of writing a webnovel 💖, so keep your feedbacks a comin' and right back at you ✨💖🌻💫!]
"O-Oh Author… T-thank you!!!!"
"Don't mention it," Author said magnanimously, as if he had really intended to let the pretty (and) interesting Itvasme get seriously hurt if not killed under a pillar despite being a kind-hearted Author and with so many other better ways to actually write the story.
"That said. As mentioned, even I don't know entirely if or how Itvasme would get out of this… But I-I'll try. We want to keep our esteemed readers happy and fed after all 💖✨🌻🤭" (Thank you for supporting this novel!!!)
"Well, I suppose she could do with a helping hand… but in the end, that's all I can promise!"
"Oh Author!!!" 🥺✨🤭
"-T-this better work!!!"
"Humph… l-let's see…"
"Is this enough? Eh, Don't worry I'm rich…"
*Powerstone + 1!!! *
*Powerstone +1!!!! Powerstone + 1!!! *
(Thank goodness for ballers…!!! 🤭✨)
The Audience felt a little bit better, they had done what they could, but still, they felt their hearts in their mouths, even as they hoped that this would be enough…
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*As the Pillar falls in slow-motion…*
Even as Itvasme feels that sinking feeling in her stomach, there is a part of her, a wild, surging, primal part, one that has been forged in the fires of adversity and hardship, a will to life and survival, which refuses to die, which refuses to surrender…!!!!
"I-I… want to live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With this thought, she desperately dives… in a burst of reflexive Instinct !!!!!!!!
Who could say how the World works?
Reality is always changing, second by second, yet in hindsight, it unfolds, like a Script of Inevitability.
Perhaps Time itself is merely the mechanism by which our Consciousnesses, as they currently are, can process this "Unfolding" of Reality, in a way that gives us meaning and purpose.
Our Thoughts matter, and have impact and effects on this Unfolding. Our [Intentions] matter, and have at least, some power, some influence, to change the ending of the Story.
"I-I… want to live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Regardless! The fact was, that Itvasme had this thought.
And again. Whilst externally, nothing much appeared to change. The pillar was still falling. Sure, okay, she was now diving - desperately, but whether this was enough to evade - still in doubt.
And yet. Being an Aware, veteran Great Grandmaster reader of this novel… you would suddenly feel it right?
The accumulation of Thoughts, [Intentions] from the Itvasme-Enjoyers, the accumulation of their tears, fears, hopes, beliefs, and Powerstones 🤭✨ - Author's (shamelessly staged) 'relenting response', Itvasme's reflexive reaching for refuge…
Whilst [Reality] seemed indifferent, the [Collective Consciousness], the thoughts hopes, dreams of all persons past present (and future?!) had combined, aligning with the [Intentions] of Individuals involved, and had suddenly altered the [Field]…!!!?
[Field]. This was the Fabric, the interconnected matrix underlying Reality, if you will, that interconnects everything in the Universe, as eloquently encapsulated in the famous saying that, "When one tugs at one thing in Nature, one finds it connected to the rest of the World…" [1]
[1] This legendary quote (and variations of it) is usually attributed to the writer and thinker John Muir.
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