As I was born, all influx of information was being poured into my mind.
Waves of knowledge crashed into me — not facts, but truths, symbols, contradictions.
I saw the end of time and the first lie told by a child. I saw reflections in mirrors that didn't exist yet quite Paradoxal.
It was like a system rebooting
I was in the clusterfuck that was The DC universe.
My mind spiraled through multiverses stacked like tarot cards, each ruled by paradox, gods, capes, fallen angels, laughing men, and hollowed masks. It was madness — and yet I understood it all.
I WAS DECEIT
Son of The Night and Father Time
Brother of Dream, Destiny, and Death
I was born as one of the Endless
A force, not a person. A principle given shape. I wasn't created — I was realized. Like a story told in reverse, I arrived fully formed and utterly confused.
As I was contemplating my powers and life, Mother Night was caressing us gently.
Her hands were galaxies. Her lullaby was the sound of unspoken things. She didn't speak — her presence was enough to silence even thought.
Time came as fast as he went by. He holded us, caressed us, and gave us back and left — probably to buy milk.
He was a blur — a man-shaped storm of ticking clocks and shifting sands. I barely saw his face, only felt the pressure of infinite moments pressed into one second.
And then they came. I sensed two beings — one cloaked with a book, one with dark clothes and an ankh.
They moved like inevitability. One's every step carved fate into the floor; the other smelled faintly of endings, yet smiled like spring.
They holded us too.
Their hands were cold, but kind. I felt like a page being turned and a candle being snuffed — all at once.
After some time, Dream woke up too, looking sleepy.
The first thing he saw was me, with a monocle in one eye.
He blinked slowly, confused, his eyes filled with stars and fog. The monocle shimmered — it hadn't existed seconds before, and yet I wore it like it had always belonged to me.
Mother Night gave us to them and left too — seems a some sort of family tendency.
The Void sighed. She vanished without a word, leaving behind only silence and obligation.
And that's how I met my new family.
Like instantaneous, we grew up to adults.
Time, as usual, didn't ask for permission. It folded in on itself, and childhood crumbled like ash before we could hold it.
We flutuated out of our siblings' embrace and we felt something strange.
The cosmos trembled. Gravity adjusted around us. The very fabric of potential shifted as we hovered between being and purpose.
As we grew, the space beside us started to expand. It was me and Dream.
Two newborn forces floating in the stillborn moments between universes. Something ancient stirred around us.
We felt like the space was becoming closer to our respective aspects. We were consolidating our own realms of reality — our own universes.
Mine curled in lies like smoke. His in dreams like mist. They pulled from the Infinite Void and formed palaces built on metaphors.
To outside it was pretty fast, but to us it felt like eternity passed in one moment.
Like blinking through centuries. Like becoming ourselves in reverse.
In there, I felt it — the connection of my realm but also my siblings' domain.
And something extra. At the extremities of both of our universes stood a room not belonging to Dreams or Deceits — but both connecting them.
A threshold. Not a space, but an idea of a space. A place without a name, resting where stories blur into belief.
And at the center of the room there stood a Throne concealed by fog.
Dense and swirling, the fog didn't hide — it forgot. I couldn't tell what material the throne was made of. Perhaps it was made of expectation. Or maybe it wasn't there at all.
In there I found Dream too.
He stand there
…
…
So I decided to break the ice and present myself to my new brother
"Hello, my name is Deceit. You must be my little brother."
"Hello, I am Dream… and I think we were born at the same time."
…
…
We stand there looking at each other
…
…
Well fuck, I don't know how to continue a conversation and he isn't the most approachable anthropomorphic concept I ever met
…
…
"So what do you think this room is? There isn't nothing equal to it in my memories."
"I don't know. It looks like it's a connection to both our realms."
The walls pulsed like sleeping thoughts. Symbols flickered and vanished. There were doors that led nowhere, and stairs that descended into silence.
We started to look around the room, trying to pry in their mysteries.
I, thinking it was a clever idea, decided to sit on the Throne.
The fog recoiled. The throne accepted me. The room watched.
I then noticed something — some different powers, different than mine.
They were Dream's powers. They were connected to Dream's realm, and I started to feel changes — as so Morpheus.
I felt dreams flood my mind. Memories that weren't mine. Creatures built from wish and fear crawled under my skin. My lies bent into symbols. His dreams drifted into riddles.
Suddenly, in a moment's notice, we were outside again.
Confused, we tried to go back to the room, but it was nowhere to be seen.
No door. No memory. The throne had vanished, like it had only existed for the ones who sat without permission.
How bizarre
We found ourselves as we once were, near Death and Destiny.
"Hi, I am Destiny. I am your older brother."
"Hello, I am Death. I am your big sister. Nice to meet you two."
"Hello, I am Deceit. Nice to meet you too."
"Hi, I am Dream…"
And I got to know my siblings.
It was the first time I felt like I was part of something I didn't create. The feeling was… uncomfortable. But not unpleasant.
First Destiny — he was kind of introverted, and he was quite the serious type.
He didn't blink. He didn't shift. He felt like a statue that had thoughts. The book chained to his wrist whispered with every turn of the page.
Then there was Death — she was quite happy and extroverted, very loving. Probably the best sibling in the family. But I feel some sadness in her.
Her laughter rang like bells. Her smile felt older than Time. And in her eyes, I saw the first goodbye she ever gave.
Then there was Dream — he was almost the embodiment of introvert.
He looked away when you spoke. But when he listened, it felt like he watched your soul unravel.
And that was my first impressions of my family.
A family older than existence.
Bound not by blood, but by duty and meaning.