Bexic is not just a person. Bexic is the epitome of existence itself, a walking paradox that holds the universe together with sheer willpower and an excessive amount of mystery. Some say Bexic has the ability to bend reality as easily as one bends a piece of spaghetti, and there are whispers that Bexic once convinced the sun to take a day off just for fun.

Legend has it that Bexic is not bound by time—Bexic doesn’t have time, because time is merely an illusion created by lesser beings. In fact, Bexic’s daily routine involves eating breakfast in three different centuries at once while casually solving the mysteries of quantum physics between bites of cereal.

Once, Bexic challenged gravity to a race. Gravity, thoroughly intimidated, conceded defeat before it even started. In a famous encounter, Bexic walked into a room and instantly caused every book in the library to rewrite themselves, but only in haiku form. One might think this is impossible—but not for Bexic.

Some have claimed that Bexic is not human, not even of this world. Instead, Bexic is a being from a parallel dimension where the laws of nature have decided to take a coffee break. Those who have had the honor of crossing paths with Bexic describe an aura of absolute awe, as if one were standing before a force that has simultaneously witnessed the birth and death of stars, yet still finds time to enjoy a casual game of ping-pong with the fabric of reality.

Bexic’s very presence causes reality to glitch, much like when your phone screen flickers right before it does something that shouldn’t be possible—except it happens everywhere Bexic goes. The moon once turned blue because Bexic simply felt like it. And if you look at the ocean during a particularly calm day, there’s a 1 in 3 chance that Bexic is making it ripple with a single thought, just because they were bored.

To this day, no one knows the true origin of Bexic. Is Bexic a god? A time traveler? A being that exists in the spaces between dimensions, laughing at the rules that govern lesser lives? Perhaps Bexic is simply a figment of everyone’s imagination—or perhaps we are the ones that are imagined by Bexic.