O.K.R has lived for many decades after this realization, during which he has
traveled extensively in the spirit multiverse, finding the prophecies of the nameless Phonith, realizing that he was the eleventh
Phonith, speaking with the inhabitants of these worlds and once…
“I stood up. Reaching into the spirit, I took hold of the link, the flow
that reached towards God. I did something I had never done before. I followed it. Through the dimensions, to its end.
I can only describe what I “saw”, the very face of God as a blinding
inferno of spirit. The power, the infinite power! Did it think? Did it realize I was there? Something reached me through the
link. Was that pain? Was the infinite pool of spirit at the centre of the multiverse, the polydimentonal God, in pain?”
O.K.R translated the nameless prophecies, and in doing so, saw his end. For he
would live to fulfill his duty, to prepare the way for the twelfth Phonith, and, and hour before her birth. He would die.
“Suddenly, I saw my spirit break away from my body, but this time irreversibly.
I floated, within the void of the dimensions for a while, seeing the birth of the child that would reunite the multiverse,
seeing the healing time begin, before finally sailing through the dimensions as I had done once before. God was ahead; my
soul fragment was all now, my consciousness dissolving. The fragment of soul continued forwards, joining with God as the last
of my consciousness faded. I had returned.”
O.K.R now works tirelessly to alert the world of his revelations, and to prepare
the way for the twelfth and final Phonith.