Thediem, Master of Everything

Some in this realm believe that all is predetermined, and that we are all naught but playthings for some omnipotent god. A god that looks down on the world as if it were a set of child’s toys, watching them, sometimes even controlling them with gentle or sinister hands. These people do not know who or what this being is, and they could never understand its power. It is something that lives in their town, but also is their town. It places words in their mouth and thoughts in their mind, and is better at being them than they are themselves. This all-powerful being may not have a true name, but one has been given to it by the beings of another plane, a plane that consists almost exclusively of beings such as this. This being is known simply as Thediem.

Thediem is the darkness in every cave and the light of every candle. They are the smile of every child and the death throes of every dead man. They are the beginning and the end of every life and all life as a whole. They are the wind, the trees, the sound, the smell. They are this parchment paper in front of you, and they are you. You cannot feel them, but they inhabit your body and you inhabit theirs. They are your every waking moment and your sleeping ones too.

I have visited the plane of the Thediem, seen it manipulate other worlds and reality. I have watched it create being from nothingness, with but a flick of the wrist they create entire realities, places where people live and die and where stories are told are created and destroyed in seconds. It is incomprehensible the power that Thediem wields, and yet they exists, true as the blue sky, watching.

Pray that you never see the things I've seen, reader. The creation and destruction of worlds, planes, and multiverses is a harrowing sight, and Thediem shows no remorse in their culling. I've watched as people became nothing. They didn't die, no, they simply never existed. Gone in a moment with no trace left behind and everything they'd ever done simply rewritten. Undone.

Right now my dear reader I may not even be in control of myself. Thediem may have created me simply to write this account they may be placing these thoughts in my head and having me jot them down for you. They know that I watched them, they know everything of course they probably made me watch them. But I have a secret: I know Thediem's one true weakness, the one thing they do not know. My dear reader, the one thing Thediem does not know and will never know is simply this: Thediem does not know my name.