He once turned into a cosmic storm at some point.
The woman distorted space-time around her, eliminating gravity, and all laws of physics became irregular in her reality.
The man traveled around universes, realities, dimensions, and met various women with various stories.
The Sole Painter created a great work on a canvas he stretched out to the world without space, distorted, and without gravity, trying to paint all human thoughts. There is no longer life there.
An alchemist wanders towards who knows where, and then finds the Man who Travel Reality. "I'm lost," said the Man who Travel Reality.
"True," replied the Alchemist.
"I've never been lost." The Man who Travel Reality explained. He looked around which was only a mass of gray colors swirling like the surface of Jupiter.
"That's because there's no gravity in this reality," the Alchemist explains.
"Who is he?" The Man who Travel Reality points to someone far at the end of his vision.
"The Sole Painter," the Alchemist answers.
"What is he doing to the birds?"
"Those are not birds," the Alchemist explains. "They are all human thoughts." He continued.
"Why is there no space in this reality?" The focus of the Man who Travel Reality changes back and forth, still confused by all the information he needs to process so quickly.
"Because a woman distorted everything."
"Why did she distort everything?"
"She waited too long, then held a grudge, and hated everything."
"How do I get out of this reality? I can go crazy here."
The Alchemist chuckled. "Find the woman and you can go home to wherever you call home."
"Where is she?"
"Hiding from everyone."
"Where is everyone?"
"Everyone disappeared distorted."
"Then how do I find the woman?"
"Human thoughts are the key."
"The birds in the painting?"
"Yes."
"But how?"
"Meet the Sole Painter. He knows how."
"Wait," said the Man who Travel Reality. "You said everyone disappeared distorted. So why is the Woman hiding from everyone?"
"Ask their thoughts."
"Wait," the Man who Travel Reality interrupts again. "Why are you not distorted?"
The Alchemist smiles, letting the question hang for a few moments. "There are some things you will find out later," he replies. "Regarding why this reality has to be distorted, why I am still here, why the Sole Painter is still here, and why you are still here. And don't be surprised if you find out later that it's not just this reality that will be distorted."
The Man who Travel Reality was silent for a few moments, but as hard as his brain tried to think, he couldn't understand what the Alchemist was saying. Maybe it's because there's no gravity in this reality, he thinks. "This reality is very strange," he muttered, then began walking towards the Sole Painter who seemed to be at the end of the world there.
