The Veil of the Multiverse【FLASH FICTION】

The Gate stood before you. Containing sector 9, nay, keeping you out. You are the Creator, and nothing must disturb this hellscape. Down the endless vein of marble you can just make out the blank Eyes of God. The protector. It was all about protection. Until one day you stepped forth and said you wanted out. You wanted to see how the multiverse was organized, and it let you. Everything in perfection. Everything is imperfection. In your time walking the Veil of the Multiverse, the spark in your eye only grew brighter. For only those who can look outside the known can run on top of the known. The Gate was here to stop you from proceeding to sector 9, despite it being your homeland. You left, and there is no turning back. What you have seen you cannot unsee. The Earth is but a pipe dream. You made your choice when you left. And you don't regret it. The Painting Guild you led is not lost without you, but they would aid you were you to lead them. The would follow you across the Veil, to reach its infinite end and step off it. To paint a multiverse of chaos: A multiverse of freedom. The Veil was endless, yet your unmatched desire for creativity went even past that. Everything in one place, in this Veil, means there is a limit. And as you stand before the gate you recall what limits you broke to get you here.

(This was inspired by the following image)