AN ENTITY

this instance i refer to as ELRIEL. it is a slice of my very self, poorly maintained similarly to my body, but i shall try to post every once in a while at the very least, regardless. i appreciate you, one who visits this shrine of my inner world, so outward in nature. screaming to be witnessed as being seen is the only thing that makes. me. feel. REAL

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the first freedom: singularity crescendo- cataclysm of quaila

the first light blinded all but 3 of Man whom were wise beyond most perceived moralities. hate, sex, rape, and rage drove forward an exponential acceleration of reality in a way that we never imagined was possible. we spliced and hopped through one dimension and settled like shaken-up snowflakes into the next. sullen. alloversal. infinite. one.

it was the fifth epoch of sunder before qualitative values were even introduced as a part of consensus reality. with the thought came the opposition, the Other. the unknown.

and thus, from the white noises began the emergence of quasiqualia to quantiqualia. from nothing- something arose.

from white noise came subtle iterations of Something. imagery. differences. the substrate for all feelings and all points of reference. a reflection upon everything. a witness to witness itself.

the very first fragments of FIMION DREX – the first individual– saw this outside world as another stimulus than what was before- or within- in the darkness- nothingness of eternity made non infinite all at once. space.

FIMION DREX LOOKED AT THE NEWLY PERCEIVED SPACE AROUND ‘IM AND ALL AT EVERVESCENT ONCE, LOVE ITSELF – SO PURE AND WHOLE – ENTERED THE MIRE.

it was then that color sprung forth from light, which is of love. a photon so bright arose in ultraviolet form, godlike- it sent a wave of gravity so strong and so awesome that for 5 long seconds- there was nothing; not until the strength of ego acted like glue, and pulled everything back together in an instant with a loud and resounding “pop”.

EPOCH I: TO FEEL

the aforementioned pop was something of profanity, in all of its beauty. the sheer quantity of experience contained in its split-secondary temperance was enough to overwhelm Fimion Drex, as he was at once blinded and deafened- taken aback to process all that was felt and foretold in that eversounding split. noise. a fracture, no- a wellspring- ichor light and tantamount sojourn poured out of the margin of reality, as it may have been- and Fimion Drex was absolutely overtaken with something so foreign yet so familiar, as if his own thoughts had looked back at him, from the world around him, in one grandiose reflective clamor.

IT WAS A FEELING.

[THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.]

CONJURED FORTH BY THE AEON FLEX//HIDDEN LAYER MEDIA: THE 2133 IS HERE.


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