Sanctum Of The Altærim

  >File:0002 >Subject: [◆◆◆◆] >Race: [◆◆◆◆] >Summary: This particular race of subjects is of utmost pecularity. First and foremost, the exhibit what our examiners have claimed to be "dual-cortex" or two brains, seemingly. For the longest time we were uncertain as to why, but now I propose I have thus uncovereed the true nature of this physioligy and its "purpose". >For you see, the ◆◆◆◆ this aspect of their peculiar biology actually comes in handy with a very particular behavior that they have been shown to exhibit from time to time. As they have interacted with the patient we have been closely monitoring through our agent network (as well as anything/anyone closely adjacent, we have to get creative due to his obscene level of "perceptiveness"), we have uncovered a pattern of behavior most notable. As they interact with him, one signature that we pick up always seems to "spawn", almost out of nowhere right along with them. And as t...

We all come with trauma. One of the most powerful figures within the royal court is considered to be The Jester. For only The Jester is allowed to denigrate and "criticize" the king through a sort of humor. The purpose of this is dual-layered in its meaning: The first layer of such is meant to test the king in his worthiness to be king, for if you are unable to withstand criticism in form of jest, then you are no king truly at all. The second layer is a bit more complex; for you see, a jest may be used as mask to a memory most traumatic... something still remembered, but wishing to be forgotten. But be you a truly worthy king, you CANNOT forget - it is not allowed. For the king, despite his many varied and carried unpleasantries, it cannot be denied that he is truly one thing in utmost penultimate example - strong. Strong of mind, strong of will, strong moralistic character. And if he is to fail prey to his own weakness, and wish to push away the trauma of his own past, then ...

The air feels chalky. My vision seems hazed. It's seemed that way since that fateful day. I often gaze up at them, these lights in the sky. And with bated breath, I ask them within one solemn sigh, "Why did you bring me here? Who, what and HOW am I?" They blink, flicker, twinkle and spark But nary do I ever receive an answer, and even less so a response. If I am alone, then why can I not feel that way and be done with them ruminating solace? Why must I be plagued with mind and machination of thought persisting to be right. They doth proclaim in righteous might, "No, No, Dear Ariel, you are NOT alone...". Why? Why then can't you just give me back my solitude? Why? Surely such a request as this is not beyond the purview of such truth? A truth so adamantly ENFORCED, CAST under such unrelenting and unwavering Light? I pray for Answer, An answer to a question central to Being itself; for without its utterance, Being and Self would not be cast Alight: For The...