You wake up feeling very strange. You are definitely not in your bed, and when you open your eyes, you see that you are on a field of orange. Nothing but orange stretches as far as the eye can see, and the sky is black, pure black, no stars, no moon, nothing. You feel very lonely and afraid. You don't know how you can see without a single light source, unless the orange ground is the light source. You wonder if you died and went somewhere weird.
"Don't worry, your not dead," spoke a voice from nowhere. You jump, but the voice seems friendly enough. You ask, "Who are you and why do you know what I'm thinking?"
You hear a friendly chuckle. "You know who I am. You've known me all your life, silly human. And I know what you are thinking because you just thought it."
Suddenly startled, you fall down on your knees, expecting to see the face of God, but the voice said, "Please, there's no need for that, I'm not a god."
You get up and ask, "Well, who are you, then?"
"Completely in the blank, eh, human? Here, why don't you take a gander at me and guess? Your feet suddenly leave the orange ground and nothing seems to change at first. The ground continues to be orange, orange, orange. Then, after a minute, you see deep canyons in the orange. Then, as the you rise above those canyons, even deeper canyons appear on the edges of the orange. The orange surface starts to take on a lattice shape and starts to curve gently. You notice slight variations in the orange colors, some are more reddish while others are more yellowish. As you continue to rise, the orange varieties merge together to form a smoother flow of orange, and you are starting to get very sick of the color orange.
Then, more canyons appear. You have no idea who this could be, because nobody looks like this. All that you know is that you must be an enormous distance from where you started; an impossibly large distance not meant to be traveled by a human in a lifetime, even a million lifetimes. As you rise continually faster, you feel like you must be traveling faster than the speed of light; a physical impossibility. And still the orange land seems to stretch forever.
"Just give it another minute or two, human, and try not to be too impressed." After one minute, you look down and finally recognize what is beneath you, the palm of an impossible large hand. Zooming out even more, you see the hand's long supple fingers ending in huge sharp black claws. You do not believe it, but you were standing in the palm of a dragon; a dragon that could surely make galaxies look like specks in comparison. "You're a really big dragon?"
"Almost right, human, but not quite." You look up at the dragon's impossible large face, a face that should not exist, a face with a smile that could cheer up a million galaxies full of nothing but gloom. "Give up, human. Okay, then let me introduce myself. I am the universe."
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