It was "Maria Nechayeva" the mother of Fyodor Dostoevsky himself, then Fyodor walked slowly towards his mother as he spoke.
'Mother...is that...really you?'
Maria nodded her head, then she responds back to Fyodor.
'Yes my son, it is I. Please I don't want you to overthink about something such as how I am still alive even though I'm supposed to be dead.'
'To make it short, well basically this is "Barzakh" a realm where it is the barrier between both death and resurrection. It encompasses all states such as matter, anti and dark itself, not to forget to mention that this realm transcendent to dimensionality, size, space, time and fate itself.'
'For example, if you stayed here you are eternal. Your fate here is basically nothing as if you exist for no purpose at all, you can't be scale neither describe as someone or something because you are both of it yet you are not. This realm exist in higher pieces where there are infinitely amounts of transcending infinites pieces.'
'A single piece of hierarchy that exist in a domain or out neither center of it contained infinite numbers of stacked universes, from the original world to parallel universe. Even the branches and dimensions itself, yet the pieces in, out or center of the domain we are in right now of where all those infinites pieces floating at were basically irrelevant and inapplicable.'
'That is why I said it transcends dimensionality because we are all basically just a creation inside of higher creation, yet the creation existed inside of a piece of glass that can't be defined specifically or metaphorically. Yet all of the pieces existed inside of an indescribable domain that truly transcends everything inside it and basically sees it as a mere illusion.'
Fyodor trying to understand the information that was spoken by his mother, then he think for a moment before he spoke.
"If what mother say is true, then every existences itself is a mere illusion to higher pieces itself. Because if there is infinite pieces and other pieces endlessly transcends the others, then basically it just sees our piece of where we existed as nothing."
"But even though if they sees below them as illusion, they are still an illusion to the domain itself. But who knows? Maybe there's many more domains existed out there which may transcends this domain which basically makes us looks more lower than illusion until we are damn weak that we can't even be describes as a illusion or what."
Then he think one more thing before he spoke to his mother.
"But who cares about life to be honest, after all we are all humans. A homosapiens living being, we was born to survive, we survive to grew more our species. Then in the end, as the world about to come to an end. Every single thing would be completely useless and meaningless, even if you tries to murder or steal or whatever there is. In the end you end up dying."
"Why living when you can end your life now? That question continue to exist until now days as it was basically subjective question with answers itself. Why we live when eventually we would die? It depends on others perspectives towards life and death itself. But for me, I prefer to say that I wanted to feel alive before I die from such cruelty or unharmful death that would be given to me by Death itself. Even if I'm immortal, in the end I will just suffer than being a non-existent."
Maria softly spoke in lower tone to Fyodor.
'One more thing son, I am actually your mother and father. We have became one just like unity itself.'
Fyodor shocked to heard the information, to think that his parents know has became one as if her mother he was looking at and staring directly into her eyes was also his father.
Then Maria spoke to Fyodor.
'But even if we might just be inside of a fragments of infinites pieces out there, and there is more infinities that having infinite sets more...in the end we are all still a living being, an existences that was created by some higher dimensional being.'
'Even if we were looked as a mere illusion or a fictional characters inside of fiction itself, at least we were given life by the one created all of us. We must thankful to who or what that creates us with their supreme powers, because I am glad to be created so I can experience living.'
'I'm truly gladful to live and be married, and having a children's. Especially you, Fyodor. Even to your siblings as well, because you all make my lives feels great. Instead of being all lonely and be in depression because of financial problem or whatever there is. Because to me, you are all just a little baby that I must protect and caring even though if you are all already grown up.'
The words hit Fyodor deeply in his burdened chest, making him begin to realize that his parents truly love him and his siblings as well.
But he didn't know if they would still forgive him for what he has done to them, for taking their lives just because of anger and hatred. He kneel down to his both parents as he spoke.
'Please forgive me mom dad, I failed you all...I am so dumb that I don't ask for forgiveness from God. I supposed to do it before I reincarnated into this world, I should praying to God himself. But what I do? I just keep blaming myself for all the cause I had done for, I...I wish I don't even being born into this world...'
He cries to his parents, his body feel heavy because of the burdened sin he kept. Then his parents replies back to him saying.
'Fyodor... you're not useless or dumb, you just had less cares and love since you was little. That's our fault, not you.'
'Please don't say such words saying you wish you're not born into this world, you deserve to live. So you can experiencing what is life, what is family and what the meaning to protect someone truly important to you.'
'Just like how much we care's for you and your siblings as well, we also wanted to ask for forgiveness from you Fyodor. For not always being there for you.'
Fyodor cried out loud, as if he truly means it. He now finally realized that he has been entirely misunderstood his own parents, he softly respond back to them saying.
'Mom...Dad, I am very sorry...'
His parents forgave him, just like Fyodor Dostoevsky's did.
They now hugging each other tightly, but not too hard. Fyodor regrets his sin. But now, having been forgave by his parents, now he feels light– as if he now wants to ask forgiveness from God.