Bip, still grinning at the scene below us, answered firmly, “When creation was formed, there were splashes of life that splattered into the far corners of existence. Think of existence as a big ocean. When God formed the Universe,” he looked at me sideways, “Probably your Universe – but anyway, when he created the Universe, it was like dropping a massive boulder into an ocean of possibilities. The ocean formed itself around that boulder, around the four realities that compose your Universe.”
“And those are?” I asked, captivated.
Bip counted them off on his stubby fingers, “Heaven, Hell, Earth, and The Farm.”
“Again, you’re losing me kid,” I said, mind reeling.
Bip let out an exasperated sigh, “Basically, when God created the Universe and the Big Bang happened, some of that power splashed into the far corners of reality and existence. Little, mini worlds that dot the vast ocean of creation like stars in the sky. Cog 7 is one of those. We call them Rain Drop worlds. Tiny little ecosystems that are self-sustaining and abide by their own set of rules. God doesn’t care about us though cause we’re so small and unimportant. We’re also super far away from the major four realities he initially made so…we’re not really worth His time.”
I was staring down at him, mouth open, “Holy shit, for such a chubby little minion, you sure do know a lot about all this.”
Bip shrugged like it was no big deal, “Guess I have a beautiful mind or something, huh?”
I barked a short laugh and shook my head, trying desperately to make sense of what he was saying, “So hold on. There’s MORE of these places? Little micro realities that were created as an after effect, a result of God’s power SPLASHING across existence during the creation of Earth?”
Bip stuck his lip out like he was a big shot, “Yep, that’s right. Rain Drop worlds. There’s Cog 7, The Red West, Shimmer Vale, a weird beach one I don’t know the name of, The Chrome Sky…it just goes on and on. We’re all part of the Rain Drop system that formed after the God’s Big Bang, a splash of life and creation that was sucked into the furthest corners of existence.”
I shook my head, grasping for sanity, “But…but how the hell…”
Bip looked up at me, his rosy cheeks glowing, “Sometimes, people from your world catch glimpses of the Rain Drop worlds. Usually you see them first in dreams, or nightmares. Tiny, unsuspecting veins of reality that snake through existence. You see, even though we’re all so distance and removed from one another, we’re still connected because we were all born from the same source. Sometimes these worlds collide and even encroach one another. That’s probably why you’re here. Did you dream about this place?”
I nodded dumbly, completely blown away, “Yeah…when I was kid I started seeing glimpses of this…this hallway or passage. It was everywhere. And then it wasn’t just in my dreams, it was in my waking world as well.”
Bip raised a finger triumphantly, “Yep! Once you see the seams, you can never un-see them. They become more and more insistent, and begin to pull at your mind. I don’t really know why, but that’s just how it is. In your case, you saw the seams as a-” he looked up at me, “you said a hallway? Weird…never heard of that before.”
“So it just…pulled me here, into Cog 7, because…because I KNEW about it?” I cried.