She had only been living in the exclusive boarding house for a few weeks, located near the busiest coffee shop in the capital, and had only visited the coffee shop a few times. Some of the workers at the coffee shop were the same as most people who first met her, they would immediately steal glances at her large breasts, and she often heard them whispering praises about her body. Who cares, thought the woman with sun-burnt skin.
It was a time when the drought was very long and the rain came very late even though November was almost halfway through. The hot weather made her often wear thin clothes, and as she expected, the whispers from the coffee shop employees became louder.
She liked the coffee shop. She liked its thick espresso and sometimes the not-too-sweet coffee latte. She often locked eyes with one of the coffee makers, which resulted in mutual smiles. For the woman, the coffee maker was different from the other employees because she never heard him whispering about her body, although she didn't know what was in his head. What she knew was that the coffee maker often waited anxiously for the arrival of his favorite customer, a woman with a wide forehead and eyes that tend to sink backwards, who was nicknamed the Reality Distorter Woman. Damn, what does distortion mean? Concealing? Bias? Fading? Who knows, the point is that it seems to change a previous condition that is real and clear into another form that is not too clear. A rainbow occurs due to the refraction of light by rain. Is that also a form of distortion? Then, what does the coffee maker mean as the Reality Distorter Woman?
She had seen the favorite customer. She was indeed beautiful. And she had heard her voice and could conclude something, that the woman was a little crazy. How can she be sane if she talks about Alchemists, Reality Explorer Men, and other strange things? Crazy.
It was strange when a few days later she didn't hear any news about the Reality Distorter Woman from the coffee shop she visited. And weeks later the coffee maker began to despair of waiting. Thank goodness the crazy woman didn't come back, he thought. Maybe she really distorted herself and disappeared to who knows where.
One night she deliberately stayed at the coffee shop until it was almost closed, then she approached her reliable coffee maker.
"Hey," she said casually.
"Yes?" replied the coffee maker, who was aware that he had been noticed and knew that the moment would come sooner or later.
"I know you can paint. I don't know what your style is like, but I want you to paint me. When do you have time?"
It's always like this, thought the coffee maker. There is always a woman who asks him to paint her, but he always rejects it because he doesn't know how to paint with objects, let alone replicate them as closely as possible.
"I can only paint thoughts,"
"That's okay," replied the woman. "Paint my thoughts," she continued. "When do you have free time?"
"Are you sure? You will definitely be disappointed with the result."
"I just ask you to paint me, or my thoughts, or whatever you want to paint from me, the point is that I don't care about the result. I just want you to do it."
"Okay, at least I have warned you."
"When do you have free time?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Okay," replied the woman. "Tomorrow night come to my place. You know, right? You and your friends often look at me from where I come and where I go."
"Yes. Across the street there."
"Right. I'll be ready tomorrow night."
"Okay."
***
The next night, the woman was already waiting for the arrival of her favorite coffee maker, or that night she would call him the painter. She waited for a few hours until the painter finally arrived.
She invited him in. The painter was momentarily stunned to see the woman wearing only very thin lingerie, but the woman dragged him in and locked the bedroom door first.
"Do you want to chit-chat first or start painting right away?" the woman asked.
The painter was still trying to adapt to the atmosphere in the room before finally answering. "Let's start right away." he prepared his painting tools.
The woman smiled, then lay down on the bed and slowly took off all her lingerie. "Paint me like this." She opened her legs.
"I can only ... "
"Forget it!" cut off the Woman. "Yes, you've already said that before. It doesn't matter if you paint my face, my genitals, the bed where I'm naked, or my thoughts. Just do what I ask."
"Alright!" the painter strengthened his heart, then began to open his wide sketchbook and stared closely at the naked woman in front of him. He looked at all the curves of her body, even looked at her clearly visible vulva. He began to paint his thoughts.
"Who is that Distortion Woman?" the Woman asked.
"How did you know?"
"My ears are quite sensitive," replied the Woman. "Besides being beautiful and quite crazy, what makes you wait for her arrival?"
"She told me the secrets of the universe. The whole universe."
"That great?"
"She gave me a clue about human evolution. She gave me a sign when I had to evolve, when I had to hold back the form of that evolution, and then when I had to start evolving again."
"So you determine the evolution of all life?"
"Yes," replied the Painter. "I paint thoughts, influence them to evolve. "
"How do you influence thoughts?"
"By making them remember their previous life and life afterwards, then giving them a new form, then an Alchemist helps me deliver a message to something or someone, and then something or someone will trigger evolution."
"And evolution occurs after that?"
"Yes. But a Prophet is needed to guide those who have evolved and give them direction."
"Is the Prophet like in religions?"
"I don't know which one came first, but the Prophet will guide the continuation of that evolution."
"Who is that Prophet?"
"The Man who Travel Reality." The painter replied. In his sketchbook, he began to fill the white pages with shapes resembling birds colliding and fighting to become one.
"So, the Distortion Woman gives you a sign when you have to evolve, then you influence thoughts about the past and the future, then the Alchemist delivers messages and creates ripples of evolution, and then after evolution starts, the Man who Travel Reality will come and guide them all to be the Prophet?"
The painter nodded. "Yes."
"Have you all done this many times?"
"We don't know time," replied the Painter. "I just paint whatever I have to paint. Parallel to that, the Alchemist delivers messages. Parallel to that, the Man who Travel Reality always guides those who have evolved, and the Cosmic Ocean sorts out what happens first and what happens after."
"So, the evolution of apes into humans is also because of your actions?"
"Yes," replied the Painter. "Not only that, even the evolution of human thoughts is also because we do it. Geniuses' thoughts, humans' greatest achievements in any field are because of the ripples of our actions."
"Why don't humans realize it?"
The painter chuckled quietly. "Some who realize are immediately eliminated. Others don't realize because of their physical limitations. If they can access the Cosmic Ocean and touch the Single Mind, they will remember everything and receive the power of the entire universe."
"That's why evolution must happen? So that no humans will touch the greatness of the entire universe?"
"Yes."
"So when will evolution happen again? Humans are getting smart now."
"Oh, the nearest evolution is starting," replied the Painter. "The last evolution. After this, all humans will access the greatest secrets of the entire universe."
"Why now are humans going to evolve to have the power of the entire universe while before you kept humans from reaching that level?"
The painter chuckled quietly again, this time even stopping his pen's movement.
"What's funny?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"What is it?"
"If only a few humans reached that level, they would become gods and be worshipped by everyone." The painter explained. "But if all humans reached that level, they would actually just start from zero."
"But wouldn't it be chaotic if all the humans alive now suddenly knew the secrets of the universe?"
"Isn't the essence of evolution a gradual process that takes time?"
"Yes. It would still be chaotic. Humans now are basically greedy and if all of them receive power like that, disaster will occur."
"What I haven't said is..."
There was silence for a while.
"You're planning to destroy all the humans living now?"
The painter nodded. "Don't you see the news? Terrorism is getting more brutal and many people are dying. Hunger is spreading everywhere. Natural disasters. Even many women are getting pregnant at the same time and giving birth immediately. There was even a Floating Woman on the road a while ago."
"That's your doing?"
"We just create ripples. The rest is the universe fulfilling its duties."
"When is the peak of all this?"
The painter threw the book in his hand, then rushed to the naked woman in front of him. He kissed her lips. Fondled her large breasts, squeezed them with lust, then his other hand targeted the woman's groin.
They hugged each other fiercely until the strange conversation earlier began to be forgotten.
