Reality of Vosh

"So this is my story description in the mind of this person?" he thinks to himself, looking the page up and down.

he finds it interesting that his awareness of his existence stretches even to the description of the novel he's written in or at least how each person reading this perceives it.

"I can't perceive anything outside of the words however." He thinks to himself still trying to decide whether he is a projection of a personality by the reader in direct reference to the lines written on a page.

"I speak in an uncertain voice that changes with each of the reader's perceptions. I can't understand why I was made like this. I'll ask the author when I finally find the reality he exists in." He thinks as he continues scanning through the unsurmountable amount of existences within the void of nothingness.

Whether those existences were inanimate objects or beings like him who suddenly came to exist for no reason other than no rules against them existing, it did not matter. Vosh dedicated himself to seek answers for all the questions he needs answers for and he'd never allow anything short of the author that wrote him into existence to stop him.