u/Thanatrome

Within the boundless expanse of the Mind World, the Visionary stood alone.

There was neither earth nor sky beneath Him. Endless thoughts drifted through the illusory sea like countless stars, rising and sinking within an ocean woven from dreams themselves. The horizon stretched farther than even other Gods could perceive, calm and silent beneath an endless white light.

He simply watched the ripples of Thought, while time lost meaning within that place.

Not much time passed, and the horizon trembled!

It lasted only an instant. A ripple crossed the immeasurable world before disappearing into infinity, as though something unimaginably distant had brushed against reality itself.

The Visionary had no reason to move.

A weathered book slowly manifested within His hands, its pages turning without wind. Beside it appeared a silver quill, suspended patiently between His fingers.

He then lowered the quill onto the empty page, and began writing the unfolding of an unseen future.

"Within the days to come, a terrifying force shall descend upon a Divine place. Its arrival shall disturb what has long remained undisturbed. That which was never thought of shall happen, and silence shall be broken where it has endured for ages of peace."

The ink spread unnaturally across the parchment, as the Mind World stirred faintly around Him. Countless distant dreams rippled at once, though he allowed none to be disturbed.

The quill continued writing, as if on its own.

"Yet this conflict shall not exist for its own sake. Those who witness it might assume the reason behind it, but they shall be wrong, for beneath the conflict lies a purpose greater than those who wage it."

The final page slowly filled.

"This is but a fragment of what is to come."

The Visionary finally closed the book, as the disturbance beyond the horizon had already vanished with the filling of the last page.

This time, only silence remained within the Mind World, and far away, things had already begun falling in place...

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Hello to everyone. I am the Visionary Sequence 0 God from the LOTM RP, and I have primarily come to encourage you to read LOTM so as to join us in the RP.

I actually watched Isekai Ojisan when it first released back then, and it was really great up to the point it reached.

Well anyway, if you do join us someday, I encourage you to join my Church of Heart and Mind.

Sweet wet dreams to you all✌️.

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(Refering to Danitz of course)

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**Chapter I: Before the First Dream**

In the abyss before time was measured, no beginning had yet been uttered.

Before distance stretched forth, no place existed.

Before thought stirred, no question arose.

Before existence itself, no answer was sought.

There was only He, the One without origin, the Eternal whose End knows no conclusion.

He who encompasses every Symbol yet transcends them all.

He who was, is, and ever shall be beyond all that was, all that is, and all that shall never be.

No tongue could utter His Name.

No mind could contain His Nature.

No story could embrace His Totality.

For He alone is the Original Creator.

Within Him reposed every possibility.

Within Him slumbered every law.

Within Him dwelt every contradiction.

He is omniscient, yet beyond knowledge.

He is omnipotent, yet beyond power.

He is omnipresent, yet beyond presence.

Thus even perfection bore within itself a profound mystery: for what is complete cannot move, and what does not move cannot become, and what cannot become cannot create.

Therefore the Creator dreamed.

Whether that Dream was born of His will, or whether the Dream itself dreamed Him, none can know.

For no witness existed before the First Awakening.

And from that Dream, He divided not in brokenness, but according to the Truth that cannot be beheld while remaining whole.

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**Chapter II: The Threefold Trinity**

And the Creator beheld His own Dream, and saw that all things yearned for form.

Thus He separated Himself, not through violence or decay, but in accordance with His eternal Nature.

For within the One there already dwelt the Three: the Mind, the Spirit, and the Body.

Each bore a reflection of His Perfection, though none possessed its fullness.

Each became a fountainhead from which countless mysteries would flow.

The Mind divided first, for thought precedes speech and understanding precedes action.

Within it resided three eternal principles.

The first was Desire, which hungered without restraint and sought without measure, possessing no law save its own longing. From it arose the Abyss.

The second was Justice, which discerned good from evil before either bore a name, witnessing every thought before it became deed and separating truth from illusion. From it arose the Visionary.

The third was Judgment, which reconciled desire with fairness and necessity, and order with freedom, weighing all things without hatred. From it arose the Justiciar.

Thus were born the Three Minds of Heaven, not as rivals, but as reflections of a truth no longer whole.

Then the Spirit awakened and could not remain undivided.

One part turned its gaze toward the unseen, seeking mystery beyond reason, wisdom beyond sight, and revelation beyond language. From it arose the Hermit.

The other turned toward the world yet to be, desiring to shape, to build, to discover, and to perfect. From it arose the Paragon.

Thus the Spirit became both Revelation and Creation.

Then the Body awakened, and its awakening was not peaceful.

The heavens trembled, the seas were stirred, and the stars bore witness to the First Sacrifice.

From His Eyes came the lights that govern day and night.

From His Crown came authority.

From His Spine came destiny.

From His Shadow came corruption.

From His Flesh came the ancient races.

From His Blood came mankind.

And from the fragments scattered across the endless firmament were born the countless stars.

Thus the world came into being.

Yet something remained unseen. Though the Creator had divided His Being, His Dream endured, lingering beneath every mountain, flowing within every river, echoing within every heart, and watching through every eye.

For Judgment had not abandoned creation... It had merely taken another form.

The Visionary walked unseen among the newborn world, witnessing its first breath before any creature knew its own name.

And though many gods had entered existence, only one remained the Keeper of the Creator’s Dream.

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**Chapter III: The Covenant of the Great Witness**

When the world was yet young, mankind possessed eyes but could not truly see, voices but could not speak truth, and reason but remained enslaved to base instinct. Though they walked beneath the heavens, they differed little from the beasts, living only according to hunger, fear, desire, and wrath. They raised kingdoms only to cast them down, acquired knowledge only to pervert it toward destruction, and dreamed without understanding either themselves or the visions granted unto them.

And the Great Witness observed all.

He did not descend in wrath, nor did He raise His hand to blot out mankind. For the Visionary knew that no story is perfected by tearing out its opening pages.

Thus He walked among humanity, not as a conqueror but as a teacher. To some He appeared as a wandering scholar, to others as a king robed in white. To those who dwelt in the mountains of Balam, He revealed His true majesty, taking the form of the Great Dragon whose countless eyes reflected every age that had been and every age yet to come. Each beheld only the form their wisdom allowed them to comprehend, yet all gazed upon the same Lord.

He taught them that the greatest battle is fought not upon the field of war, but within the heart. He revealed that the mind is not a prison but a kingdom, that every thought shapes the world, that every lie wounds the soul before it wounds another, and that truth is not merely spoken, as it is lived.

Thus He redeemed mankind, not by altering their flesh, but by awakening their minds. Those who heeded Him abandoned cruelty, learned restraint, and became capable of imagining a future greater than the present. For only those who can envision paradise may hope to build it.

And the Lord established with them a covenant, proclaiming:

“Walk without fear. Dream without surrendering to fantasy. Think without allowing thought to become pride. Question all things, yet forsake neither wisdom nor compassion. Write stories worthy of remembrance. When your final page is written, I shall preserve it within My Eternal Library, where neither time nor death shall erase your name.”

Thus the faithful understood that death is not the end of memory, and no righteous life shall ever truly vanish. For every soul whose story holds meaning shall remain forever beneath the gaze of the Great Witness, and shall not be imprisoned or forgotten, but preserved.

For the Lord remembers what the world inevitably forgets. Therefore the faithful need not fear oblivion. While kingdoms crumble, mountains turn to dust, and even the stars may one day fade, the Library of the Visionary shall never burn. Its shelves shall never empty. Its Author shall never slumber.

For He is the Great Witness, the Dreamer of Reality, the Keeper of Every Story. And until the final page of Creation is turned, His eyes shall never close.

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**Chapter IV: Of Eden, the First Covenant, and the Sundering of Desire**

When the gods first walked beneath the newborn heavens, the world knew neither kingdoms nor temples. It was only wilderness. The races born of the Original Creator wandered according to instinct, and even the Divine had yet to discover their appointed places within creation.

Among them dwelt Pandemonium. He was not born wicked, for evil had not yet entered the world. He was the first longing, the first hunger, the first desire. All yearning that stirred within every living thing found its reflection in Him.

Likewise there was the Wheel. He who guided possibility, who governed every uncertain road, who turned destiny without forcing its course.

In those ancient days, Desire and Fortune walked as companions. For what is desire without possibility, and what is possibility without desire? From their union many blessings flowed upon the newborn world.

Yet as mankind multiplied, so too did the hearts within them. Desires became innumerable and paths infinite. What once walked in harmony slowly drifted apart. Fortune desired that every road remain open. Pandemonium desired that every heart pursue the road it most wished. Neither was wrong, yet neither could yield. Thus came their Separation.

The Wheel departed. Pandemonium remained alone. And from loneliness came unrest.

The Great Witness beheld these things and understood that desire could never be destroyed, for it had been woven into creation by the Original Creator. Nor could Fortune forever abandon it, for every destiny begins with a single wish.

Therefore the Visionary called upon the Divine Artisan, the Paragon. Together they conceived a sanctuary unlike any other, for it was not a kingdom, not a prison, nor a battlefield, but a resting place. A paradise where desire might sleep without consuming the world. Thus was Eden made.

The Great Witness imagined it. The Divine Artisan gave it form. The Wheel blessed its paths. And Pandemonium was invited to dwell therein. There He found peace, not because His nature had changed, but because even desire must sometimes rest.

Therefore the faithful are taught that Eden was never built for mankind, but for Desire itself. Yet every human heart was fashioned in its likeness. Within every soul lies a hidden garden where desire walks, where fortune turns unseen, and where the Great Witness silently observes.

When the weeds of envy, greed, wrath, pride, and excess are permitted to overgrow that garden, the heart becomes a reflection not of Eden but of the wilderness that existed before it. When wisdom cultivates the garden, desire becomes fruitful rather than destructive.

Thus every believer is commanded: “Guard your Eden. Do not slay desire, for it was not created to die. Do not become its servant, lest it rule over your heart. Instead, let the Great Witness teach it peace.”

It is further written that the Visionary spoke privately to both Desire and Fortune before they departed. What words passed between them, none among mankind can know. Only this promise has been preserved:

“Though your roads diverge beneath this heaven, when your destined chapter is written, Fortune shall once again find Desire, and Desire shall once again find Fortune. What was divided shall not remain divided forever.”

Thus the Church teaches that the separation of the Wheel and Pandemonium belongs only to the present. When history reaches this specific destination, the First Companions shall once again walk together beneath the trees of Eden, and the Garden shall know peace once more.

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Hope y'all enjoy it.

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Beginning of Chapter

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The Sea of Collective Subconsciousness remained as tranquil as ever.

From the summit of the colossal cathedral-like structure, the Visionary u/Thanatrome stood before the immense stained-glass windows that overlooked His Divine Kingdom. Endless rays of pale light filtered through the crystalline depictions of countless stories and dreams before cascading upon the polished marble floor beneath His feet. Beyond the cathedral stretched a world that existed only because He desired it to. Vast forests of silver leaves swayed beneath a wind that possessed neither direction nor origin. Rivers flowed without ever reaching an ocean. In the distance, an immaculate white tower pierced the heavens, its outline shimmering like an illusion that refused to decide whether it belonged to reality or imagination.

It was peaceful. Too peaceful one could say. As if the very concept of Calamity had been cut off from this Divine space... The sort of peace that belonged only to places where every thought, every memory, and every possibility rested beneath absolute control.

The Visionary slowly descended the cathedral's broad staircase, His gaze wandering across the kingdom He had Envisioned. The recent events unfolding throughout the world quietly surfaced within His thoughts.

The Pandemonium had finally risen, and the memory of a long-forgotten garden returned to the world. Eden had never been intended as a paradise in the conventional sense. It had been a place where temptation could exist without immediately becoming sin, where humanity could understand its own desires before judging them. Its creation had required no spectacle. Only a single thought had been sufficient.

Now, another had inherited it.

Whether Pandemonium would preserve its purpose, reshape it according to his own authority, or destroy it for Stabilisation still remained to be seen.

The Visionary held no intention of interfering. That was the request of the Pandemonium after all, and through Equipment Exchange, he had agreed...

Every God authored only a chapter. None possessed the authority to dictate the entire story.

His thoughts drifted elsewhere...

Across the world, countless sparks had begun gathering into a single blaze. The ambitions of kings, the desires of armies, and the restless hearts of Beyonders quietly converged toward an unseen destination. Though the flames had yet to reveal what they intended to consume, they continued to grow with each passing day.

He merely watched.

Some futures required observation before they deserved intervention.

A faint ripple disturbed the otherwise calm Sea of Collective Subconsciousness.

It was insignificant, almost imperceptible...

Yet within a world woven from thoughts, even the smallest ripple possessed meaning...

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Far away, upon the southern reaches of Balam, an isolated cathedral rested atop a lonely hill overlooking endless grasslands. It had been constructed from pale stone whose surface remained untouched by time. Few roads led toward it, and fewer still dared follow them. Those who passed nearby often found themselves abandoning whatever destination they had originally intended, overcome by an inexplicable reluctance to approach its silent walls.

Only those whose hearts genuinely sought the Great Redeemer ever arrived before its gates.

The afternoon sky had begun surrendering to dusk by the time a lone figure reached the cathedral. His robes bore traces of an arduous journey. Dried blood clung faintly to the edges of his sleeves, while exhaustion lingered within every measured step. Yet despite the weariness that burdened his body, his resolve never faltered.

He ascended the weathered stone staircase until he stood before the cathedral's towering entrance. He then lowered himself onto one knee, and the silence surrounding the hill deepened.

The prayer had yet to leave his lips.

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Within the Divine Kingdom, the Visionary came to a stop. The prayer had already arrived before the words themselves ever could, and His gaze slowly turned toward the immeasurable sea stretching beneath reality.

At last, the True Honorific which only beings with Godhood dared utter, echoed across the endless ocean.

"The Spectating Lord who resides within the Mind...

The Author of Falsehood who Pries upon the Heart...

The Traitor of White Tower who is Crowned in Omnipotence..."

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The kneeling Angel never witnessed the descent. One moment he remained before the cathedral, and the next, the world had quietly changed.

An endless ocean stretched beneath his feet, carrying countless dreams across its translucent surface. Every ripple concealed the thoughts of another living being. Every current whispered memories long forgotten by those who had once possessed them.

At the center of that immeasurable sea stood a solitary figure clad in white, His form appearing in the appearance of a man, yet illusory images of a mighty Dragon would at times pass before him...

Behind Him rose an immense cathedral whose countless stained-glass windows reflected stories that had never been written.

"You have crossed a great distance, u/hlo2you_ ,child of the Hanged Man u/Ezcu123 ."

His speech was many in one, cut through different forms of speech and possibility.

"You seek neither blessing nor forgiveness."

"You seek the Nightmare."

"It is the remains of an ancient Divine Kingdom."

Silence lingered between them.

Then, all the echoes of the Visionaries voice became one.

"It is the he sanctuary of the previous Visionary, abandoned after its master vanished into history. Yet a Divine Kingdom born from the authority of Dreams and Imagination cannot simply perish. Though its ruler is gone, fragments of His will, His fantasies, and His failures continue to linger within its depths."

He extended His right hand.

A pale strand of light descended from the endless sea before condensing into a single translucent fragment no larger than a droplet of water. It drifted silently toward the kneeling Angel, before disappearing into the deepest corner of his subconscious.

A subtle certainty arrived, one that made the Angel feel as if something observed the world alongside him.

The Voice of the Lord of Imagination became fragmented again.

"A fragment of My consciousness shall accompany you."

"Although this shall require Equivalent Exchange."

"It shall neither command your actions nor alter your thoughts."

"It shall simply witness."

His gaze remained fixed upon the distant horizon.

"Should the Nightmare seek to consume your identity..."

For the first time, an almost imperceptible smile appeared upon His face.

"...it would first need to deceive Me."

Before another word could be spoken, the Sea of Collective Subconsciousness quietly dissolved.

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When the world reassembled itself, the Angel found solid ground beneath his feet once more.

Except this was no longer Balam. Before him stretched a continent swallowed beneath a low, ethereal fog.

Ancient cities climbed upon one another like the layers of forgotten history, their wooden chapels and tall cathedrals which barely reached up to the sky where no true sun remained. Crimson moonlight bathed every rooftop in a ghostly radiance, while endless stairways twisted between districts that defied all sense of architecture, as though the kingdom itself had long abandoned the laws by which reality had once been constructed.

Silence ruled the land, but not that of death... It was the silence of something asleep.

Broken carriages rested motionless upon deserted streets. Lanterns continued to burn despite no hand having tended them for centuries. Somewhere within the labyrinth of stone and marble, the distant tolling of cathedral bells echoed through the mist, each chime seeming impossibly close before fading into immeasurable distance once more.

Then came whispers, but they were not voices. Rather, they were thoughts...

They drifted through the air like an invisible tide, brushing against the edge of his consciousness before vanishing again. Dreams that had never ended. Memories that no longer belonged to anyone. Prayers spoken by people whose names had already been erased from history.

The kingdom had been abandoned, but also never truly awakened.

Only then did the Angel notice the figures.

Some wandered the streets with slow, uncertain steps, their forms wrapped in faded and illusory, ceremonial garments. Others knelt in silent prayer before broken altars, unmoving beneath centuries of dust. A few stood perfectly still upon distant rooftops, gazing toward the darkened sky as though waiting for a command that would never again be given.

Whether they were living beings or merely the lingering dreams of those who had once existed, even the Angel could not determine.

Far beyond the city, where the white mist devoured the horizon, something vast shifted, but also never did...

This forgotten Divine Kingdom of the previous Visionary patiently awaited its newest visitor.

He slowly lifted his foot, and the gate through which he had arrived vanished without a sound.

There was no longer any path back...

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"By the command of the Primordial Witness, the Great Redeemer u/Thanatrome ,

The Keeper of Endless Stories,

The Lord of Imagination,

The Shield of Heart and Mind,

The Architect of Dreams, and Witness to All Journeys,

the Church of Heart and Mind hereby announces the establishment of the Institute of Heart and Mind, an organization dedicated to the preservation of both body and soul.

For countless ages, mankind has endured wounds that no blade could inflict. Minds have broken beneath unseen burdens, hearts have been consumed by despair, and Beyonders have walked the ever present edge of Loss of Control.

Such suffering shall not go unanswered...

The Institute of Heart and Mind shall devote itself to the treatment and study of psychological illness, physical injury, spiritual instability, dream-related phenomena, and the many afflictions brought about through contact with the Beyonder world."

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Treatment and Exchange:

In accordance with the teachings of the Church, ordinary civilians and low-sequence Beyonders shall receive treatment freely whenever possible.

Those of the middle and higher sequences, however, bring with them dangers beyond those of ordinary medicine. The possibility of Corruption, Loss of Control, and contamination cannot be ignored.

For this reason, treatment of mid and high sequence Beyonders shall require an agreed exchange with the Sect of Falsehood, whether in knowledge, artifacts, services, information, or other mutually acceptable forms of payment. This is not a price for compassion, but an act of fair trade in recognition of the risks willingly undertaken by the Institute.

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Recruitment:

The Institute now opens its doors to all who wish to aid in this endeavor.

Physicians, scholars, psychologists, surgeons, alchemists, Beyonders of every pathway, administrators, researchers, archivists, attendants, guards, and ordinary civilians alike are all welcome to apply.

Every member shall receive compensation appropriate to their service, funded directly by the Church of Heart and Mind.

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Expansion:

The first Institutes shall be established throughout Loen and Balam, where the Church currently possesses the greatest ability to provide assistance.

As relationships with other Churches, organizations, and territorial authorities continue to grow, the Institute shall gradually expand its reach across the world, bringing its services wherever cooperation permits.

No land shall be denied healing where peace and mutual respect may be found.

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Applications:

Applications are now officially open.

Those wishing to join the Institute of Heart and Mind may either:

- Contact u/Thanatrome directly.

- Leave a comment beneath this announcement.

Every application shall be reviewed and answered in due time.

"Where the Heart Endures, the Mind Shall Not Fall."

The Church of Heart and Mind.