Sanctum Of The Altærim

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...

 I was feeling particularly despotic and lethargic the other day. I got up, unable to even collect my thoughts. It was about 6 in the evening, and the sun was still blazing. I asked for the car keys from my mother, told her I was going to the park, she obliged and handed them to me. I got in the car and started driving. And I just drove. I drove northward on I-45. I drove while listening to some jams here and there, then I drove silently, as I reflected. I drove while having one of my many arguments in my head with whatever thought up party of my imagining, and then I drive silently - completely - not thinking about anything at all. I drove, and I drove, staying northward, until I couldn't drive anymore. Until I was in "the sea" of the great Texas plains. That part of Texas out there, so far removed from civilization, it's so dark that it seemingly glows  with a vivid darkness that is inexplicable to describe. That is why I call it the sea. I ended up at some ho-dunk ...

We're always hungry, it seems, nowadays; so much so that we might as well live in grocery stores. No shopping trollies necessary. But even then, I fear such accompanying displacement would be more perturbing and distressing to us than any disappointment incurred by failure to manifest such visions made in gluttonous lust; dreamed up bounties of exquisite opulence and decadent voracity. But hunger is never resolved this way - moreover, there - but instead at the sanctuary of the Home, served on a plate that graces your soul with warmth, induced by this simple ritual of consumption...  But even then, food, in and of itself, instills nothing self-evidently great by simple partaking; no, no - instead, the food is a machination of preception. A fulfillment of a concept. Food is our most basic precept, instilled as one of our most primal anachronisms (primal instincts, the beastly core), huddled right alongside the one we all know so well for nourishing sustenance, there is The True Othe...

Arya held for a moment that apple then just plucked of the tree. She paused long and still, pondering deeply before turning to the juvenile serpent and saying, "I will eat of this fruit as you have told me it will do no true harm to us as we are. But first if I may, unintending am I to disobey, and if it's not too much to ask: why have you chosen to veil yourself and engage me so in such furtive manner, ----?" ALFA looked upon them, His unflinching gaze intensifying the very moment ALMA concluded her counsel to The Progenitive. He removed the outermost layer of His Talit from around His throat, thence allowing Him to push the very space there in that place aside with His speech, thus allowing His Word to manifest in fullest acuity. He spake His Judgement onto the charged: "In eating of this fruit have you taken upon a greatness that with such present actuation is disdainfully insufficient, unable to cast properly unto My Manifold. As is, shall it come to be that you ...

The Ashen Faction, known immemorially as "The Greys" are a demographic shrouded in mystery. They do not have a traditional "House" system much like the other races and peer-astra, instead opting for a much more collectivist approach to their governance and sociological affairs. Their interim point of origin is the Zeta Reticuli system, but next to nothing is known of their Originus-Nativus (Native-Origin planet/system). The only things that have been discerned of them is that they, essentially, are a "race" in name only, and are in fact "androids" - for their bodies are fabricated autonomously by machines, then imprinted with autonomic relays, and their brains implanted with neurological nets that enact priosapience (post-manifold level thinking). This enables them to have emotivapthy (emotive telepathy, albeit a very base level in comparison to other factions/races), a level of prescience through causality coherence, and logic gates that functio...

Comsmosentient level emitter of consciousness and cognition plasmatrices. Adeptee of Hyper+ Modality in Emotivity, Logicality, Prescience, and Hyperception. Master level technician/engineer of Automators (Actuators, Synthesisers, Systemizers, Potentializer, and Empathesizers). Qir-El level Ordinance, and Matric to The Nexus of Al-Ma-Trice. Primary Programmer and configurator. Alpha-Level Primacy, Prime Archimedean, Cepheid Adherent/Retainer. Amongst her peers, Cecilia stands out like a supernova emitting at the climax of its explosive reaction. She is the House-Prime of The Seven Sisters of Mercy and has garnered more titles, quantations, qualifications and recognitive markers than any of her peers within her quadrant's Arc. She has engineered, compiled, and fabricated countless Automators. Cassiopeia was the matron before her to rule over The House of The SSoM who ended up being overthrown by Cecilia once one of her actuators proved successful in attaining its second modality from...