ITM Chapter One

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When I was of young age, I walked into a waterfall, and found a hidden cave. Inside that cave were golden trinkets and treasures beyond my imagination. I enthusiastically told my friends about the treasure. As we returned to the caverns, the treasure was gone. "But I swore I saw it!", I told my friends. However, they didn't believe me. Nobody believes me. I tend to have hallucinations frequently, and I was ashamed of that.
I couldn't even differentiate what was true and what was a figment of my imagination. Many people in my community, often my age or older mocks me, causing me to grow introverted, almost all alone. One day, I couldn't handle the embarrassment. I stormed off and cried away, in the night. But I ran further than I should've. Until I tripped on a pebble, I didn't know how far I'd gone. "I'm not crazy. I'm smart. I can prove myself. I'll prove everyone!", I said, filled with tears.
And then the dark mist rose. I didn't know which way I was facing. Octavius felt he was in a storm of chaos and confusion, until he broke, and laid there, crying, and slept. The next day, it felt like he slept through an entire day. It was still night. Octavius rushed to the other direction where he ran, scrambling to return home, until a massive ravine surged open where Octavius was heading. Dashing to the side, Octavius sweats, thinking about how it would've been his immediate death.
The giant hole was far too deep, for Octavius couldn't even see the end of it. It was covered in a hazy fog. Despite the consequences, Octavius sat near the ravine, until a mysterious jet-black figure emerged, floating from the ravine. It whispered to Octavius;
 "In Ashwood Grave lies a powerful weapon. If you do not acquire it within 3 days, hordes of zombies will come, from The Mist."
As the sun rose from the horizon, Octavius knew that what he saw was no illusion. He looked in his inventory and found a map to Ashwood Grave. He blindly followed the entity's directions and arrived at the Ashwood Grave. There, ruined iron bars were sitting, collecting dust outside. There were far too many graves than little Octavius could count.
The crows on top of the gravestones caw and fly away. Octavius went to the center of Ashwood, finding a locked Copper Chest, with three different key sockets. A paper on top of the chest read:
"The first key lies in one of the copper graves. The second, behind the hill. The third...", followed by erased text. Octavius was not able to make out the last, so he had to find it on his own. First, he had to find the copper key.
He checked each and every gravestones made out of copper, and he found the penultimate one had it. The second was behind the hill, the paper said. But there were no hills in the grave. Except for that slender one in the mist. Octavius ran to check "behind the hill", and found the Iron Key. Lastly, he had to find the third key... but how? Octavius used the two keys and put it in the chest.
Somehow, it already opened. But there is nothing in the chest. The mist grows foggier, smoke everywhere, Octavius can't breathe... until it goes away. A netherite sword appears out of the chest, invoked with powerful enchantments. The mist returns. Octavius alarmed, he snatches the sword and carelessly swiped it across.
The mysterious entity returned from the fog, this time decked out in full netherite armor. Intimidated, Octavius freezes, thinking that it isn't real.
"*hyperventilating*, Keep calm, this isn't real. This isn't real, this isn't real!" he shouted.
The entity spoke; "I am real. But you should not disclose any information regarding me, or there will be consequences."
Octavius calms down. "Hold on, what consequences?", he asked.
"Let us not talk of it. Your next task is to-"
Abruptly, the dark figure vanishes. A different, narrow, dark figure attempts to strike the other one, revealing itself to be an enderman with a diamond axe. Octavius maintained eye contact with it, slowly pulling out his vibrant netherite blade, creeping up on it and piercing its body. It dropped three enderpearls, a rare occassion.
Thinking he was free from the curse, he tried to return to his home village using Coordinates. He was almost there. He could see the tall buildings in the distance, and Octavius sprinted towards it. Octavius saw his mother and multiple townspeople ahead. And as he excitedly ran and leapt simultaneously, he was hit by a spruce tree.
Once again, everything wasn't real. It was all a hallucination. The fog returns, as well as the shadowy figure. It spoke once more:
"Ahem. I am Sinister, yes, that is my name. And that enderman was no ordinary one. It was sent by the Photonfolk, and trust me, they are not good-hearted. Let me explain; since the beginning of time, the Moon and the Sun were equal. They each had their own time, and respected each other. However, nearly five hundred years ago, a group of men from the Photonfolk were called to by an unknown voice. They were led millions of blocks far away, to where its power was strongest."
"The group set camp nearby the Chosen Land. And day after day, a new mineral exposed itself from the ground, Redstone. The voice whispered to them again. To build a specific pattern of redstone and its variants. Instantly, they knew what to do. They built far and wide to continue the pattern, until the whisperer emerged."
"In the form of a giant mountain, it told them to finish it, by creating a spire of redstone blocks. As the spire became taller each day, the whisperer's power began growing massively. But one of the group planned to control the whisperer, instead of it attempting to control them. He was quite suspicious of the whisperer since the beginning, so he knew what he had to do.
"The spire was finally finished, and a redstone torch was put above it, creating an explosion of redstone dust. As the whisperer's powers finally reached maximum capacity, the betrayer; Emerald Stone, used a powerful contraption to control the whisperer. It forced it to create a land so tall no one could reach him."
"His companions savagely took their iron axes and swung it, however, Emerald made a giant ravine, making them fall to the abyss. Once the land was done, he called it... the 'Farlands'. Where no one but him can reach it. After hundreds of years, his humanity vanished and goes by the moniker 'The Farlands Man'.
"Each leap he makes, the ground followed, for the Farlands Man commands the whisperer."
"Do you understand?", the figure asks Octavius.
"Yeah, but... who is the whisperer?" Octavius responds.
"Those who study geology will know that it is the spirit of Perlin Noise", the figure says.
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