[ WP ] A man sails to the ends of the Earth and finds a talking wall . The wall calls himself the fourth wall , and is breaking .

Frederico sailed for years, decades, centuries, millennia, all the while never growing older and inching closer and closer. He embarked on this journey at the beginning of his memory. None of his crew remembered the days before the southbound trip. 
 
 One of the lonely days, he surveyed the south and noticed something. The sky was looking rather... flat, for lack of a better word, only a mile away. The clouds were puffy, but the actual sky had a strange texture. A few days later, they made it to the sky. All of the wall was painted blue. 
 
 Everyone suddenly heard a deep voice drilling through their head, `` Hello, Captain.'' 
 
 Frederico piped up, `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Look behind you, Frederico.'' 
 
 `` Are you behind the wall, sir?'' 
 
 `` Frederico, I am the wall. More specifically, I am the Fourth Wall.'' 
 
 `` I have heard of you. La iglesia de la cuarta pared.'' 
 
 `` Oh, yes. I forgot he wrote that in.'' 
 
 `` Who? Wrote what?'' 
 
 `` That's actually tangential to the favor I'm about to ask. I'm breaking. More and more as this story goes on. I know you have questions, but you need to leave in 4 lines of dialogue. You ca n't handle the author.'' 
 
 `` And, what? I'm supposed to trust a wall that I've never met before? You could be a phoenix type of creature and reform. There could be any sort of treasure behind you. There could be the most powerful magic known to man and to God. I'm not leaving.'' 
 
 A massive crack appeared in the wall. `` Leave! NOW!'' 
 
 `` NO!'' 
 
 `` May the author have mercy on your soul.'' And the wall exploded inwards. What Frederico saw he could not describe. But, I can. He saw words describing exactly what was happening. 
 
 `` Is... Is that you, God?'' 
 
 I am writing words on a tablet. I guess, that is godlike. Get it?'cause the ten commandments? No? Okay. I am not actually a God. But, I did give birth to you and this world. It's been established that you remember nothing before the trip. But, you must know, at least instinctively, people do n't live millennia. 
 
 `` But, am I not special? You said you created the world and you choose to focus on me.'' 
 
 Frederico. Poor Frederico de la Montenegro IV. Look around at your crew. Do you know any of their names? No. No, you do n't. Because, they are cardboard cutouts. As a matter of fact, when I began writing, they did n't exist. In a manner of speaking, they still do n't exist. They are amorphous, their appearance at the whim of the reader. Also, think of the world. What do you think is happening in your home country? Do you know why you traveled southbound? Because I made you. I influenced you to return to the place of your birth. And now, my child, return home to the first wall. 
 
 Frederico sailed for years, decades, centuries, millennia, all the while never growing older and inching closer and closer. He embarked on this journey at the beginning of his memory. None of his crew remembered the days before the northbound trip.
