With all of time and space as the storyline.. What will she write?
The time loop is born. Infinity was created. The Nexus is the Portal to the Schism.
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This city was large yet small, buildings placed so tightly together you’d wonder what the designers had in mind. Every last house and business had a purpose, but we weren’t allowed inside. The young and the poor were all left to the streets to find a way to survive. We ran together in groups back then, before most of us were lost. Pilfered by the elite to become fuel for their designs. I always led us, but one girl I swore to protect over the others. She had something special, a secret. That was the memory that ran through my head as I tried to focus my attention towards the task ahead of me. “Time to graduate…” my words directed towards Saeryn.
From across the morning meal, she gazed with piercing red eyes, a slender jawline resting in her left palm as she smirked, “Arc, you and I both know this school is a farce…The only worthwhile gain was the knowledge we might use someday.”With a stretch he stood, brushing fingers quickly through black hair that yet held a golden shine, and strode elegantly around the table to offer a hand out of her chair, “Yes but you also know as well, we shouldn’t speak of such things in even the most remote locations on this campus!”, a grin on his face but a glint of warning in his soft grey eyes.
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It was the beginning, and the end. A lot happened in between the two, but so much more happened before either. The beginning of the universe was the end of the last, and so it is for all of them. Every ‘verse belongs to the song of sound and light. Every radiant star and its collapse into a deafening roar is required to create this space and all of our time.
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There’s a world where anything can happen. This is true because in that place, a race of beings arrived there who had been trying to escape their own universe, and they influenced our reality just by being here. Because of course they did. Effects have causes you know.
The way it happened was that they wanted to rule. They had the power to. Shortly after arriving here they terraformed the world to suit themselves. It wasn’t that their ways didn’t support life. Just not our ideal kind of life. Humans had to rely on them now, there was no choice.
The laws of reality now stated that anything that one needed had to be created by one method, and that method was in their power. A power opposite to life, but not death. Just Anti-Life. So we started calling them Al’s.
All plant-life was altered to be of a different mode, and most basic organic creatures were altered by it because eco-system. The trees especially had a unique facet. They each could belong to one of the Al’s, and by belonging they would manifest or magnify the power of one.
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Over time humans started to lose hope and they were forgetting any other way of life, but a few held on to hope, and one of them was able to find a way to return one of the trees back to a human organic structure. A normal tree again. Yet now it was still forever altered by the transformations and had a power which now would belong to humanity.
This was the dawn of a new age, and in this age, we had the power to open the door of dimensions. There in every corner of the multiverse we found the ones who would join us and make this world great. Some humans, some not.
Our trees could now fulfill wishes, and this particular Earth became a Nexus in the Verses. -
(()) Added the above in as the new beginning (())
From within his inner world he could see the ephemeral landscape swirl as if it were not stable. ‘Could it even be called land?’ was the sound his mind-voice made.
There were shades of every green, both poisonous and of the healing tint and mixing through this were the tendril-wisps.
No they weren’t clouds, but some type of eddy. It seemed that all of these colors were alive, not just because they were vivid but also because they possessed ‘being’, the same as any other entity. Possibly this was a piece of the puzzle, but only a piece.
This wasn’t truly land… No it wasn’t even truly physical. Aloud he spoke, “It wasn’t just a vision..”, shattering the trance of what he had seen as it drifted to the subconscious mind, to where all thoughts incomplete sink to await new information.
You won’t find it here, not in this place. It seems like it should be here or there, or anywhere but it’s not. It’s Everywhere. But that’s not really right. The conclusions that a lifetime of dreams have been trying to instill… I won’t…forget to distill. ||
It was like something was waiting in those mists… Between the shades and the dark fog that tried to split the sky. A reptilian’s eyes stared into the memory and stopped all thought in such ferocious gaze. The best thing to do in a time like this is run. Feet moving a little faster from normative pacing to a quicker jaunt and then into a sprint. It didn’t have to be for far, but in a moment like that you just have to move, to shake off the stagnation that the dark ones want you to be afraid of.Those snake eyes weren’t the only ones watching either, as an unseen number of eyes could watch him from the house where he lived, from across the dimensional border. It still didn’t feel much like an alternate reality. Life was just that, life. Everything had been and would be the same as long as he lived here on this world. Or whatever you call it. Everyone would use a different word for the ‘world’ but it’s still a location. A place where someone can stand. From where this young man stood it was possible though not very probable to reach a place where there was no-where to stand.(but probability doesn’t matter anyway at this stage).
~You would think that if someone was watching you it would be from the sky. You might even think that the one observing you is a god of some sort or other. What if, what watches you is underneath the earth. A hidden group, though not un-willing to be seen, that watches from the shadows and orchestrate things with the greatest of subtlety. Upon stepping forth from the shadows they hide in they step forth not just to establish their existence through camaraderie, which they have among their kind to start. They step forward to those they know will take lessons to heart… These things they teach with great care to those who are to be leaders in this world.
I am one who has been taught by them. Upon starting my life I saw soon that things were not as they were meant to be and so, I searched for the pathways that I knew must be found. The Observers came to me and showed me secrets of the mind, for I am the Mental Gate. Sadly, the secrets of the mind do not contain knowledge of what will happen, only that of what has, and what IS.
Many things happen, and many things do not. We dream of those things and choose which path we desire. That is why they chose me to learn more of their knowledge than most others had been given. I was not taught all at once, but over the course of several years, for knowledge can be as destructive as it can be beneficial. As well, one of the things I was taught first and foremost, was that I would not be given everything. I would be taken only just so far along the paths until I could see the branches of the tree of knowledge. Knowledge is described as a tree because not all of it’s branches survive, and it’s leaves do die, to be replaced by greener ones filled with fresh water, un-stagnant. It is described as possessing good and evil because some, not all, of the branches contain the good and some the evil. That tree is protected by The Observers, who taught me much.
The leaves on the tree are thoughts. The water held inside is our energy, and our thoughts absorb light, or the radiance of other humans, which our thoughts grow from, drawing on the tree of knowledge for water, and gaining enough energy for the tree to grow. This is a cycle which allows for infinite growth, and it brings us closer to the heaven we shall create. However, the creation of heaven is a complex topic I will bring up later. To tell the truth, I’m still working out how it’ll be done. All I’m sure of is that heaven doesn’t exist yet, or there would be no hell. Everyone would opt for the heaven route, however hell does still exist though we fight arriving there. We fight it with everything we have in us and sometimes it isn’t enough. The thing too many people think though is that there’s no way out of hell. There is, I found it.
I may have called myself the Mental Gate, but I have no real powers aside from my understanding. I am a thinker. Not a philosopher, and I don’t do this by profession. I figure things out and hope that by living out my realizations in this world I will accomplish what the observers wished for. I was able to learn more from them than has been learned by many, but I am not the only one who learned the lessons well, and who knows, there are probably others who know more than I do. The fruit may have been forbidden, but it has been tasted. Now the steps must be taken, to resolve the beginning started eons ago. To find the truth we must not fear any evil, even that which resides in our own hearts.||
{{ Lost in a field of infinity there was a sweet spot. Hidden right between the layers a point at which all fields negated and the counter-balances no longer made a difference. Each spatial field was allowed to exist by this center-point. The Void made all of it possible but still they desecrated the Light by pretending that the Empty had no place in all of it. It was angry for a long time and tried to destroy everything, but settled in for a grumpy disquiet. Forgotten and yet though it were true that this void of space was not an entity it still would best be described as far too alone, though it sits at the center. The pupil that belonged to the Iris. ||
“I lived in a dream… so long ago but it was now. To find the truth it was necessary to let go of myself, that I had became. For the previous version of me knew something that I have forgotten. Something so basic. Something that isn’t even a thought at all, nor a feeling, nor something I can actually do. Beyond all of that, is a thing superlative. Life itself awaits me. I will not give way the ground I have sought. We have fought, and I may or may not have won, but I will not declare myself the victor. There’s so much more yet to discover…”
“What does it mean? To be who you are…?” I’ve been following that question all of my life and when I stopped asking it, a new question was born. “Why did I stop being myself for this?” Everything had changed, and not all of it for the better. If there were a way back from here, to where I had come from…it would be my choice in a heartbeat.
All of us might have that thought. There was something long ago that was the most important thing and it has become nothing more than water under a bridge burned. It was so important and it got lost un-intentionally and by accident. Something that we now look for so much more fervently than the thing we had once sought. The answer wasn’t enough, and now we want the question back. It was simpler then.. to wonder, and to be amazed at the possible answers. Maybe the answer wasn’t important really, and yet it was necessary. By whose design? God…? “I don’t know…”
Tell someone who you are, and they’ll tell you you’re wrong. Tell someone who they are, You’ll be wrong. Being a part of another person’s life is in part, allowing questions to remain un-answered. It’s also in part, affirming the answers that your loved one has. To strengthen one another, we must believe it when someone close says “This is the best of me.”
To become the thing I was meant to be I became a thousand things I wasn’t. The future is filled with a direction. I have found my path and I won’t waste breath describing it. There aren’t even enough words should I have written all day.One thing remains. The bravest thing that existed in my heart through-out the entirety. I believe. I BELIEVE.
In us, a future beyond the future may be found. Lost in dreams co-signed with nightmares we drift through scenes of inevitability. The cascades of time will allow for a reconciliation we cannot yet be wed to. In the mean-time, for my closest of friends. I will do everything I can.
“Finally turning upon the corridor of fear, I shrank the enemy to a fraction of it’s size, and escaped.” — Saying that aloud, he closed his eyes and suddenly felt a sensation unlike any that he had felt before in life. It wasn’t even like it was limited simply to a ‘physical’ feeling, but it wasn’t an emotion either. It was weirder.((needs editing))There was a tiny blip in the corner of the eye. It’s in the same place as the blind spot. Sometimes, if you get lucky, you can stumble through that blip and find yourself somewhere else. That was about to happen, and it was coincidentally behind the stove while I was spring-cleaning.(())
With eyes shut and as things seemed to filter through what was known as his own existence, something was burgeoning upon the mind. A sense that this strangeness he had decided to momentarily embrace was becoming a little more real. A little TOO real… and it was then he decided to take a deep breath, and slowly open the iris.
Breathing in the world that lay spread before sight, a stranger in a new realm. It came to mind that the physical laws were different here than I was used to and that was no small shock. Despite surroundings being sensorily different it was also calming to note. Any time one can see a new land and so easily observe its properties is a grand time.
Air wasn’t air at least in the normal sense in this place. Here it was something you could feel as it entered you, and rather than being one of the normal elements you’d think of, it was something somewhere in between.
What I walked upon was definitely solid or at least felt so compared to what I was ‘breathing’.
It dawned on me then, this place looked a lot like the one that before had seemed like just imagination. -
Her eyes were magenta, with deep black hair that glistened from being well-kempt. Feeling some emotion beyond what it seemed impossible to feel, the girl with eyes too fire-lit with magic to be a standard color; stared out at a skyline. This city was new to her. Hell, she’d just gotten out of the magitek car that had brought her here. (You know, the latest model with enhanced neuro-receivers.)
It wasn’t much to go on. There was no reason for her to come here besides that little clue. A hint of possibility that didn’t even seem believable, and yet Lyz had come here. The scar next to her eye itched a little. An annoying sign that there was something here after all. Her scar never itched like that unless there was some semblance in the air of what she was questing after.
Thing was though that it wasn’t even an item. Neither was it a certain experience. That guy sitting there in a dusty smoke-filled bar had clicked his teeth together hitting a switch to transfer some data. Something about an ancient event that nearly started the apocalypse, but time kept on going anyway. It made about as much sense as why the guy transferred her the data so randomly and free of charge. Came with a warning though. “The truth won’t set you free…” His name was something like Illtear? Probably a pseudonym she’d shrugged as soon as heard.
Lyz didn’t even *want* to chase the clue but the databyte almost seemed alive in mind. Insisting she go investigate the place in question. It was actually scenic here, especially where she’d parked right next to a guardrail glinted with the light of neon headlights. Wide city streets, but the space between them was murky anyways. You couldn’t avoid that in this world, smog might as well be fresh air here the pollution was bad enough, but evolution had made certain everyone survived anyways. Go figure.
Calling up the file in her mind her eyes closed, and she saw digital text scrolling with various symbols flitting through it and disturbing the text every now and then. It was in some archaic language that didn’t quite make sense, but the readout seemed so fucking familiar. It felt like it belonged to her. A memory that wasn’t always there but once added to her mem-net it seemed to groove right into her psyche. The lines of text and symbols smashed together dissipating the memory. “Happens every time.. why can’t I understand this yet?” groaning as she got back into the vehicle to head to the center of town. Hopefully something there would spark the rest.
As she closed her eyes and listened to the music, lines drew themselves in the mindscape. Creating shapes that began to dance with each other. Within the sounds a light was born into her heart and a mystery was created at the same time as another was solved. Each question-and-answer mixing and becoming the seamless mind. Her eyes flashed open, and she knew where to go next. An echo had brought forth memory and solidified it. -
One is the Girl who existed before time and becomes trapped in the void.
Another is the Boy who was placed in a pocket dimension at the end of universe to save it.Another is the witch who is trying to find out how to bring the girl back from void, because she holds the key.
Another is the guy who lived in the world where souls were first created.
The key is the artifact which opens the gate of truth which clarifies the nature of reality.
When the witch finally opens a summoner’s rift that access the Girls location in void, it rips a hole open in time/space that shows itself to select individuals.
Each of them have a personal reason why they feel ostracized from the very world they live in. Some sort of question that drives them to try to understand their own life and therefor the “world”.
The worlds themselves aren’t the problem, but the events that happen in them and the societies which exist.
Plot Twist: The girl in the void and the boy beyond dimensions are actually the same person somehow. Or they all are. Unity of consciousness? A shared spark that exists in them all that drove them to the question. The seeds of darkness within that threatened it spurring them on.
Hybrid Angels – Hybrid Angels are angels that had fallen and become demons and yet they once again ascended to reclaim purity. They can sit in even the most putrid filthy energy and transmute it totally into light. Thus, they can survive in either hells or heavens and be perfectly resonant with either one.
The most important parts to add in is somehow the mirror-verse, as well as the steps. The staircase you can only reach by traveling the long corridor that stretches beyond time itself and breaks down dimensional barriers to arrive at space unquantified by any known universe.
The bones and forgotten hollows of broken universes and ideas that were never formed fell together and coalesced into what we called the Graveyard. It fell below the descent of the stairwell. And the only way to find these forgotten stairs was itself forgotten.
The tomes that were stored in a library known only to the progenitor of the time-keepers was left to become dust by everyone else in the universe but that’s not how it went down. The librarial room was vested outside of time itself and thereby protected from the corrosion of degredation.
In the mirror verse. . There’s an original form and what it is now. The original form of the mirror was more like a crystalline shape. Giving order and allowing passage from and between to all of the realms. But it was broken, and that’s what gave rise to the Schism. Now the universe is fractured and searching for a cure to the sharding. -
She was laying in a dim room, bathing in the dim light of a laptop screen turned down low. On the screen were just a few lines of code. Sighing she stared at the few pieces put down so far, and then absently wondered how it could be like this. Tabbing over to a different datafile, this second window had been one of her other completed programs. Executable, but not good enough. Not to do what she had in mind. Full A.I. This program had to be able to contribute existence itself to whatever it touched. Didn’t have to be a body… as long as it was designed to do something. There was a way, she was sure of it. She mused, “So. . . how will I make her alive…”
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while on vacation a boy arrives to find locals playing with a type of gun that has two triggers. It looks very toy like with an LED encased. in red plastic. The top trigger juts out a little past the bottom one and activates the LED. The bottom one makes a strange vibration sound. At first, they are all playing with these in a Rocky crevasse. The location is southern Texas. The other kids start mentioning that a local boy had just gone missing, and that there have been mysterious events as of late. Then they mention the ‘portals’ that keep appearing, but no one has yet seen anyone go through them they just seem strange. Then the group of kids stumbles onto some strange beings looking around, their bodies look like silhouettes, but 3D. So, then the boy figured out to press both buttons simultaneously and hold them down, and a portal just like the others begins to form. He figured that the sound and the light caused the reaction but feared what was on the other side of the portal and warned the others not to complete one as it took some time for the effect to manifest. Suddenly, chaos erupts. local terrorists arrive and start wreaking havoc while the townspeople are just scrambling about, and the shades are doing their nefarious deeds. The boy knew then that he had to find his relative, the one who had gone missing… And he looked around to find a golden spike jammed into the ground that they had passed by earlier at the top of an out cropping splitting between two ravines. It would be a mountain if it were not in a canyon. He removed the golden spike from the ground and found the missing boy whose hair was now golden, bright gold that also seemed somehow white by sheen if not by virtue of the hairs pigment. A booming voice described those chosen by the crown. That this boy was one. He was supposed to have no memory of how he had been changed but claimed fervently that he knew. That he had been somewhere else. The first boy from out of town knew at the top of the canyon mountain that the spike was the golden-haired one’s weapon from the divines who had changed him.
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In the library you can find any book you’ve ever wanted. The dimensional aspects of it in that realm allow you to search for everything you’ve desired room by room. Secret hidden knowledge. I’ve chased it time and again, the library. I finally made it back there one last time and realized that the book that I was looking for was not the superficial ones that tempted me but the book of life. However right here alongside the book of life is the book of death. They both have their values, and each is a tempting as the other. At first glance both books seem destroyed. Only half of either remains. I reached for the book of death and almost grabbed it before something stopped me. I reached for the book of life and the half that remained of the book of death fused together with the book of life. It was only by choosing life that I was also able to gain true understanding of both life and death. The two halves of destroyed books became one, and I held a new book in my hands. The book of truth.