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The Beginning and The First Choice
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
The concepts necessary to properly convey what writhing, roiling void is, starts off inherently flawed.
'Is' indicates that the idea meets the proper definition of something that can be contained by the limited concept of Existence.
But for the sake of argument, we shall attempt to define and describe and translate so that you can comprehend.
Welcome To The Beginning Of Everything
***
The First Choice
***
[] Write In, Subject to Veto'Is' indicates that the idea meets the proper definition of something that can be contained by the limited concept of Existence.
But for the sake of argument, we shall attempt to define and describe and translate so that you can comprehend.
Welcome To The Beginning Of Everything
A vast multiextradimensional sea of liquid fire flowing and twisting among itself into gaseous crystals and solid mercury. The absence of color or the mere ability to sense any of this beyond simply Knowing that you delve into that which Escapes Definition.
It allows the title: Chaotic Void.
And among the broken fragments of Almost-born, Never-born, and Un-born, there's a new birth.
A flicker.
A flash.
Light.
There is Light.
There is Light where nothing had never seen a thing 'be' before.
And the things that have never known Existence find themselves... longing, perhaps for the first time.
***
You Exist.
All at once, the weight of the concept comes crashing down on You. Off-balance, you stagger, only to find Yourself examining Your Existence.
As if Your Existence was suddenly engulfed, all that You experienced before was snuffed out, and You found Eternity.
Everything that Could, Would, and Should Be was lain out before You everywhere Your attention fell. Concepts, Ideas, Existences, Beings and More all swirled and shook across the Great Tapestry of Eternity, painting it in pure presence and weight of History-Yet-To-Be. Redirecting attention from the magnificence of All-That-Could-Be, All-That-Is, and All-That-Will-Be is difficult, but not impossible.
You Know.
Flexing Your Existence briefly allows you to become aware of the surroundings in a way that wouldn't have been possible before.
Everything Is Light.
Static and stagnant Potential is rife in this Place-Of-Unknown-Substance, waiting to be utilized. Where there is only Light, Potential, and Your-Kind, there shall be more. Much more.
You have a destination now.
***
At a Place that could be considered a metaphorical 'center', where the weight of Existence and Potential was heaviest, You find Yourself relocated and... surprised for the first time since First Existence.
You are not alone.
To either side of the 'Center of Everything' were beings that You instinctively knew were exactly like You in all but exact perspective. Indistinct forms underneath a radiant, almost overpowering Light that wore That-Which-Was as a protective covering examined You while You did the same. Every slight Thought, Act, or Idea rang out from You Three as deep, melodious note that You Knew were Sound. Every Sound projected into the Light-Of-Everything and was instantly noticed and given a responding note until a near constant Symphony was formed as the Three of You Existed in sync and reveled in how right it felt.
Eventually, You Three came to realize that one would experience the Center of Infinity and from there, become and reveal Truth to all who wished to Know. The Symphony continued, even as the sentiments from each side became divergent once again. One wanted to delve into Infinity together, in sync. One wanted to grasp Infinity alone, to satiate curiosity. And You...
You would enter Infinity together.
It allows the title: Chaotic Void.
And among the broken fragments of Almost-born, Never-born, and Un-born, there's a new birth.
A flicker.
A flash.
Light.
There is Light.
There is Light where nothing had never seen a thing 'be' before.
And the things that have never known Existence find themselves... longing, perhaps for the first time.
***
You Exist.
All at once, the weight of the concept comes crashing down on You. Off-balance, you stagger, only to find Yourself examining Your Existence.
As if Your Existence was suddenly engulfed, all that You experienced before was snuffed out, and You found Eternity.
Everything that Could, Would, and Should Be was lain out before You everywhere Your attention fell. Concepts, Ideas, Existences, Beings and More all swirled and shook across the Great Tapestry of Eternity, painting it in pure presence and weight of History-Yet-To-Be. Redirecting attention from the magnificence of All-That-Could-Be, All-That-Is, and All-That-Will-Be is difficult, but not impossible.
You Know.
Flexing Your Existence briefly allows you to become aware of the surroundings in a way that wouldn't have been possible before.
Everything Is Light.
Static and stagnant Potential is rife in this Place-Of-Unknown-Substance, waiting to be utilized. Where there is only Light, Potential, and Your-Kind, there shall be more. Much more.
You have a destination now.
***
At a Place that could be considered a metaphorical 'center', where the weight of Existence and Potential was heaviest, You find Yourself relocated and... surprised for the first time since First Existence.
You are not alone.
To either side of the 'Center of Everything' were beings that You instinctively knew were exactly like You in all but exact perspective. Indistinct forms underneath a radiant, almost overpowering Light that wore That-Which-Was as a protective covering examined You while You did the same. Every slight Thought, Act, or Idea rang out from You Three as deep, melodious note that You Knew were Sound. Every Sound projected into the Light-Of-Everything and was instantly noticed and given a responding note until a near constant Symphony was formed as the Three of You Existed in sync and reveled in how right it felt.
Eventually, You Three came to realize that one would experience the Center of Infinity and from there, become and reveal Truth to all who wished to Know. The Symphony continued, even as the sentiments from each side became divergent once again. One wanted to delve into Infinity together, in sync. One wanted to grasp Infinity alone, to satiate curiosity. And You...
You would enter Infinity together.
***
The First Choice
***
You altered Your Sound to sync directly with the Synchronistic One and in turn, so did the Curious One.
Thus the First Choice was made. And none could turn back.
As One, the Beings-Clad-In-Light entered Infinity.
Thus came Knowledge.
Thus came Creation.
Thus came... Everything.
***
As One, the Beings-Clad-In-Light experienced something akin to gazing inwards. Akin to the feeling of Eternity. Yet this was focused outwards.
And everything was... Wrong.
There was no Light. There were no Beings, for that would require the capacity to Be.
All that was left was a unending sloshing, frothing mess of Potential, occasionally sparking when colliding in the right way to birth... non-existences of various forms. Some were things that were nothing more than a mere moment before dissolving back into the yawning void. Others were unfathomably titanic byproducts of random chance that caused chaos to quake just with the aftermath of their birth, let alone the continued weight of their presence.
Some were neither silent, fearful Flickers nor screaming, self-centered Monuments. Some were mewling gashes in the Background of Anything. Non-existences that lingered long enough to have presence, but weren't so overwhelmed with their own magnificence that they could actually interact with chaos and its afterbirth.
Across the blank, inverted expanse where Anything Could, the Wounds formed a unique hierarchy among the denizens of the void.
Flickers were nothing more than the background, distilled Potential, lasting for an instant and nothing more.
Monuments were the exact opposite, exerting actual pressure on chaos to where any Act, even movement of any sort, was akin to a shattering across the entirety of Infinity; the catch being that the same pressure that made them so potent was not one that they themselves were immune to, leaving them usually stuck in contemplation of properly existing without tearing themselves into nothingness once more.
Wounds, however, could move with minimum impact on the void freely. They could, and some indeed did, interact with other voidborn. The issue, as far as the Beings-Clad-In-Light were concerned, was that these interactions were the interactions of two unstoppable forces, causing even the barest contact to tear either, or both, to the point where they regress into Flickers, and then again, into Nothing.
The Beings-Clad-In-Light knew as One that these Wounds were threats to Their Own existence. But... more than that, somehow?
From without Infinity, the Beings-Clad-In-Light looked inwards and as One, were overcome with such potent and conflicting Ideas that They settled on a Sound of such cacophony that it could rival the void which they were observing.
"F..."
***
After regaining focus with a clarity sharp enough to sever Light itself, the Beings-Clad-In-Light explored Everything without moving a single inch, still recuperating from their glimpse at Anything and... its residents.
Apparently, upon reaching for Infinity and the insights therein, Creation occurred within Everything and although all was the same, Everything had changed.
Everything had definition now.
Eternity was clearly within the Beings-Clad-In-Light. Infinity was clearly only accessible through the 'Center' of Everything. Everything was a sprawling expanse of Light, but it was Known to have a definite End.
A chorus later and the Beings-Clad-In-Light came to the conclusion that their collective acknowledgement of the chaotic void as 'Wrong' manifest by establishing Everything as having a structure and definition, as opposed to Everything being a single entity where all things blended together in some fashion.
There were no complaints at this development.
***
It was inevitable that Infinity would draw the attention of the Beings-Clad-In-Light once again. For one, there was infinitely more activity going on there. For another, the Flickers, Wounds, and Monuments all caused the Beings' Sound to waver when mentioning them; the slithering Wounds in particular continued to be a cause for consternation. Lastly...
"F... Fa...?"
***
Within the flowing mass of Potential, the Un-born, Never-born, and Almost-born all were birthed in various ways, from various perspectives, and with various qualities and traits marking them as unique.
But none of them had ever possessed the capacity to Dream.
You, and by proxy the Beings-Clad-In-Light, peered into Infinity and found that you were merely a byproduct of a dreaming monument.
A throbbing, cracked, and faintly glowing mass of weighty existence had a Dream. And if the Dream ended, the Dreamer would collapse in on itself, becoming one once again with Anything.
If one of its 'kin' encountered it, with their own motivations or simple lack of caution, the Dreamer could dissolve under the stress and strain.
The Dreamer had You. The Dreamer had the Beings-Clad-In-Light. The Dreamer had a chance.
The Dreamer had to Dream.
***
"Father?"
***
The Beings-Clad-In-Light collectively decided that in order to assist the Dreamer, more of Everything needed to be defined. More of Everything needed to be brought forward to help the Dreamer's growth. Defending it from without could come later, for now, more structure would sufficiently define the Dreamer as a separate being from the morass of void and chaos. After that? Well... After that came establishing Eternity.
For now, each of the Beings-Clad-In-Light would define some aspect of Everything, and come to be defined by it in turn.
Both of Your Kin decided to define and be defined by a concept they learned from Eternity, instead of Infinity. One would come to embody and establish the start of Time. One would come to embody and establish the start of Space.
You define Everything and Yourself with...
Thus the First Choice was made. And none could turn back.
As One, the Beings-Clad-In-Light entered Infinity.
Thus came Knowledge.
Thus came Creation.
Thus came... Everything.
***
As One, the Beings-Clad-In-Light experienced something akin to gazing inwards. Akin to the feeling of Eternity. Yet this was focused outwards.
And everything was... Wrong.
There was no Light. There were no Beings, for that would require the capacity to Be.
All that was left was a unending sloshing, frothing mess of Potential, occasionally sparking when colliding in the right way to birth... non-existences of various forms. Some were things that were nothing more than a mere moment before dissolving back into the yawning void. Others were unfathomably titanic byproducts of random chance that caused chaos to quake just with the aftermath of their birth, let alone the continued weight of their presence.
Some were neither silent, fearful Flickers nor screaming, self-centered Monuments. Some were mewling gashes in the Background of Anything. Non-existences that lingered long enough to have presence, but weren't so overwhelmed with their own magnificence that they could actually interact with chaos and its afterbirth.
Across the blank, inverted expanse where Anything Could, the Wounds formed a unique hierarchy among the denizens of the void.
Flickers were nothing more than the background, distilled Potential, lasting for an instant and nothing more.
Monuments were the exact opposite, exerting actual pressure on chaos to where any Act, even movement of any sort, was akin to a shattering across the entirety of Infinity; the catch being that the same pressure that made them so potent was not one that they themselves were immune to, leaving them usually stuck in contemplation of properly existing without tearing themselves into nothingness once more.
Wounds, however, could move with minimum impact on the void freely. They could, and some indeed did, interact with other voidborn. The issue, as far as the Beings-Clad-In-Light were concerned, was that these interactions were the interactions of two unstoppable forces, causing even the barest contact to tear either, or both, to the point where they regress into Flickers, and then again, into Nothing.
The Beings-Clad-In-Light knew as One that these Wounds were threats to Their Own existence. But... more than that, somehow?
From without Infinity, the Beings-Clad-In-Light looked inwards and as One, were overcome with such potent and conflicting Ideas that They settled on a Sound of such cacophony that it could rival the void which they were observing.
"F..."
***
After regaining focus with a clarity sharp enough to sever Light itself, the Beings-Clad-In-Light explored Everything without moving a single inch, still recuperating from their glimpse at Anything and... its residents.
Apparently, upon reaching for Infinity and the insights therein, Creation occurred within Everything and although all was the same, Everything had changed.
Everything had definition now.
Eternity was clearly within the Beings-Clad-In-Light. Infinity was clearly only accessible through the 'Center' of Everything. Everything was a sprawling expanse of Light, but it was Known to have a definite End.
A chorus later and the Beings-Clad-In-Light came to the conclusion that their collective acknowledgement of the chaotic void as 'Wrong' manifest by establishing Everything as having a structure and definition, as opposed to Everything being a single entity where all things blended together in some fashion.
There were no complaints at this development.
***
It was inevitable that Infinity would draw the attention of the Beings-Clad-In-Light once again. For one, there was infinitely more activity going on there. For another, the Flickers, Wounds, and Monuments all caused the Beings' Sound to waver when mentioning them; the slithering Wounds in particular continued to be a cause for consternation. Lastly...
"F... Fa...?"
***
Within the flowing mass of Potential, the Un-born, Never-born, and Almost-born all were birthed in various ways, from various perspectives, and with various qualities and traits marking them as unique.
But none of them had ever possessed the capacity to Dream.
You, and by proxy the Beings-Clad-In-Light, peered into Infinity and found that you were merely a byproduct of a dreaming monument.
A throbbing, cracked, and faintly glowing mass of weighty existence had a Dream. And if the Dream ended, the Dreamer would collapse in on itself, becoming one once again with Anything.
If one of its 'kin' encountered it, with their own motivations or simple lack of caution, the Dreamer could dissolve under the stress and strain.
The Dreamer had You. The Dreamer had the Beings-Clad-In-Light. The Dreamer had a chance.
The Dreamer had to Dream.
***
"Father?"
***
The Beings-Clad-In-Light collectively decided that in order to assist the Dreamer, more of Everything needed to be defined. More of Everything needed to be brought forward to help the Dreamer's growth. Defending it from without could come later, for now, more structure would sufficiently define the Dreamer as a separate being from the morass of void and chaos. After that? Well... After that came establishing Eternity.
For now, each of the Beings-Clad-In-Light would define some aspect of Everything, and come to be defined by it in turn.
Both of Your Kin decided to define and be defined by a concept they learned from Eternity, instead of Infinity. One would come to embody and establish the start of Time. One would come to embody and establish the start of Space.
You define Everything and Yourself with...
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Index
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
An Index of some sort might be necessary, so I'll keep this just in case. After this, posts are allowed.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Added an additional line just before the end, for those who are unsure of how to vote. Hopefully this is helpful.
- Location
- Leeds
[X] Pay attention to valid and reasonable points made on Quest Idea Thread.
- Location
- United States
[X] Write In: Wiggles.
Wiggles are an important part of reality.
Edit: Or, more seriously, so my first post on this forum isn't complete nonsense: Waves.
Edit: Edited three times to get the formatting right.
Wiggles are an important part of reality.
Edit: Or, more seriously, so my first post on this forum isn't complete nonsense: Waves.
Edit: Edited three times to get the formatting right.
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King Arthur
The Once and Future King
[X] Write in, Waves
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
So... How big/small should we go here?
I kinda feel like I want to try to strike an appropriate tone...
[x] Write In: Binarism (As in the tendency towards duality of opposites. For everything that is, an equal and opposite thing that is it's antithesis.
I kinda feel like I want to try to strike an appropriate tone...
[x] Write In: Binarism (As in the tendency towards duality of opposites. For everything that is, an equal and opposite thing that is it's antithesis.
pionoplayer
The Destroyer
- Location
- The end and beginning of all things.
[X] Write in: Binarism (As in the tendency towards duality of opposites. For everything that is, an equal and opposite thing that is it's antithesis.
This is an interesting quest idea, think I'll join in.
This is an interesting quest idea, think I'll join in.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
I want to try to form a habit of actually updating my quests for decent lengths of time, so I will call the vote in 6 hours.
Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
[?] Pyramids
[X] Binarism
[X] Binarism
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
I see you, trying to bribe the QM like that. Tsk. Blatant too. 10/10
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
[x] Write In: Binarism (As in the tendency towards duality of opposites. For everything that is, an equal and opposite thing that is it's antithesis.
Ooh, I like this write-in.
Though, I do feel impelled to close things off. )))))
Anddd...I now see the it's. Gah. My brain must be in a pedantic mood.
Ooh, I like this write-in.
Though, I do feel impelled to close things off. )))))
Anddd...I now see the it's. Gah. My brain must be in a pedantic mood.
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pantherasapiens
you were always my best friend
- Location
- somewhere over your shoulder
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
The Balance (Part 1)
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[x] Write In: Binarism (As in the tendency towards duality of opposites. For everything that is, an equal and opposite thing that is it's antithesis.)
The Balance of Everything
***
You would be the contrast to all wrought. You would compliment all that Is, Will Be, and Can Be. You would be the line in between as well.
You would come to embody the concept of the binary, the antithetical, the opposing.
But first, You watch Your Kin begin to define themselves and the Dream.
***
You observe as the first of your Kin focuses their attention inwards within Eternity before turning it outwards again. With their redirected attention comes more. An ethereal, faint, yet heavy presence that wasn't a part of Your Kin before, but could be sensed nonetheless.
As You observed there was a build up of Potential which seemed to dim the Light of your Kin before suddenly the Potential turned into Actual and Everything changed, once again. An ever expanding barrage of something utterly intangible and indescribable rushed out from Your Kin, flowing past the two remaining Beings and into the Light infusing Everything.
A second later, You fo-
Wait.
A second later.
Oh.
***
A few seconds later, after You finished comprehending the enormity of the sensation of 'Time', Your attention was placed upon Your recently defined Kin and found Yourself... approving.
Where once was a perfect reflection of any of the Beings-Within-Everything was something new. Something unique and yet it didn't feel Wrong. It felt like it belonged and always had.
Twin vertical discs of Light rotate with their faces ever outwards, as they turn slowly along the edge of a central horizontal disc of Light. Above this nuclear display of Being gently turned the Eight Truths of Time. Where the core of That-Which-Observes and That-Which-Acts orbits That-Which-Sings, the Eight Truths flare out brilliantly, swaying and undulating wherever Being-Defined-By-Time decides to traverse.
As You took all of this in, the Being-Defined-By-Time finished fully settling into it's new role, and the Song that spread from it solidified it's entire Being.
"Khros-Ovos."
And with that, the concept of Time was fully crystallized all throughout Everything, unending and unimpeded.
With a few seconds to observe and fully process the transformation of their Kin, the Being that intended to become Space took a plunge into Eternity.
***
Another burst of pure essence followed Your Kin's re-emergence into the Light, fundamentally changing the way Everything existed. As Your attention roamed about, You noticed quantifiable distances and proper locations and relativity and all other concepts that simply only existed in the abstract before they were birthed properly from Eternity.
In a gentle awe, you note that Your Kin, Khros-Ovos, was further away from you, to Your left, than the Being-Defined-By-Space, who was on Your right and somewhat nearer. All of you were surrounding the 'Center' of Everything, while not being particularly far away from it. Surrounding this cluster of Beings was an unending plain of Light and Time. As You peered into Time, You were faintly able to witness the events that transpired previously, all the way before Your birth, if You so chose...
~A great flash of Light~
It's too mu-
***
-Awareness returns abruptly, as it did upon Your conception.
With severe strain all throughout Your Self, it's noted that gazing beyond Your birth is highly ill advised, while You turn to see what's transpired. Apparently only a few seconds have passed, but both of Your Kin are concerned regarding your recent state.
"Kin?" Khros-Ovos intones, their Song now possessing a depth that feels as if you've been waiting to hear them all along.
"Your Light flickered, We worried."
This voice, it was full of a resonance that seemed to come from Everything all at once. The sole exceptions to this being Your Self, Khros-Ovos, and the 'Center'- which You now knew was slightly-left-of-Center and that worried You for a reason You weren't quite able to place.
The Being-Defined-By-Space had taken on a new form, in accordance with the change to Everything, just as the Being-Defined-By-Time did. A familiar disc of Light rotated vertically, reminiscent of Khros-Ovos, but that's where the likenesses ended. Framing the disc in a single thin circle were a multitude of intersecting crescent shaped slices of Light, which gave a physical form to the reverberating effect of their voice. As the disc rotated, so did the echoing intersections, even as You noticed that Your Kin had even more faint intersections across Everything, but only the ones closest to the disc of Light found themselves more easily manifested.
"My existence is unthreatened," You respond. "Following Time before our birth is... an unsatisfactory experience."
Some gentle Song was exchanged between the Beings-Clad-In-Light that felt comforting as the Light but far more personal. Once Your well-being was confirmed, reconfirmed, and reestablished, the Being-Defined-By-Space finalized the defining process.
"Chor-Diastemi."
And with that, the concept of Space was fully crystallized all throughout Everything, unending and unimpeded.
You followed Khros-Ovos in sending positive Song in Your newly defined Kin's direction. Then, it was Your turn.
You gathered Your will and attention, then shoved inwards all at once.
Eternity welcomed You back.
***
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The Balance (Part 2)
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Eternity felt fundamentally different than it had when You first visited.
Time and Space, which used to be vibrant and somewhat tugging, flooding Your being along with everything else, now seemed muted. Static.
Curiously, nothing else seemed to suffer from this lack of... impact. Experimentally you tugged gently on a thread representing 'Time' and found it nearly impossible to move without dedicating more attention than you were willing to give. It seems that the process of defining Everything locks the concept in place, so that it's more anchored in Everything than Eternity.
So whatever You brought forth would have the same effect, meaning that Your Kin could not budge Your defined aspects without an inordinate amount of effort.
With that in mind, You set out to grasp Your chosen concept and birth it into Everything.
Heat and Cold, Positive and Negative, Wet and Dry, Up and Down, This and That...
And at the center of it all:
Violence and Silence.
Opposed forces striking a rhythm where one could not gain the upper hand over the other.
This is the gift You would provide to Everything, to the Dreamer.
Grasping Violence to your left and Silence to your right, You wrench and move to exit Eternity.
***
Back with your Kin, You feel the twin concepts still in Your grasp, merely waiting to be unleashed. Faint threads of them flow through the expanse, touching on Everything even as You still held them. Potential practically flooding Your essence as You felt it build to a crescendo, and then... Light.
***
Your presence solidifies in some inexplicable fashion before seeming to shrink. Smaller and smaller until it seems like there'll be nothing left.
Then in a massive flash, You explode outwards, Light flaring out from You like a sharpened appendage. Then it halts abruptly. The Light-That-Is-You is solidified in an incomprehensible mass of frozen essence, spearing out into Everything.
Then, as if mirrored or reflected perfectly, the exact opposite end of Your furthest edge, where there is nothing but the Pure Light, slowly starts to fade into existence. The non-Light essence that makes You up, which appears to be as unlike-Light as it can be, starts to manifest and 'fill out' as if there was an outline waiting to be suffused with You.
As it subtly and slowly fades into existence You notice that the edges which are sharp and challenging where You are still clad in Light, turn out to be softened and muted where You are bare. Finally That-Which-Is-You meets That-Which-Is-You-Clad-In-Light and You are whole.
A disc of swirling Light and Non-Light manifests at the cusp of Your merger, to complete Your full physically defining process.
***
Khros-Ovos and Chor-Diastemi both send appreciative, supportive, and concerned Song towards You, but You can't properly respond at the moment.
The concept You chose to define is... demanding and insidious. You are compelled to define Yourself against something due to the great amount of un-opposed concepts and existences at this moment. If You don't finish the full defining soon, it's subject to... You're not quite sure, honestly. But You strongly suspect that Your entire essence would suffer. Or possibly do something unexpected and new.
Regardless, You have a choice.
Time and Space, which used to be vibrant and somewhat tugging, flooding Your being along with everything else, now seemed muted. Static.
Curiously, nothing else seemed to suffer from this lack of... impact. Experimentally you tugged gently on a thread representing 'Time' and found it nearly impossible to move without dedicating more attention than you were willing to give. It seems that the process of defining Everything locks the concept in place, so that it's more anchored in Everything than Eternity.
So whatever You brought forth would have the same effect, meaning that Your Kin could not budge Your defined aspects without an inordinate amount of effort.
With that in mind, You set out to grasp Your chosen concept and birth it into Everything.
Heat and Cold, Positive and Negative, Wet and Dry, Up and Down, This and That...
And at the center of it all:
Violence and Silence.
Opposed forces striking a rhythm where one could not gain the upper hand over the other.
This is the gift You would provide to Everything, to the Dreamer.
Grasping Violence to your left and Silence to your right, You wrench and move to exit Eternity.
***
Back with your Kin, You feel the twin concepts still in Your grasp, merely waiting to be unleashed. Faint threads of them flow through the expanse, touching on Everything even as You still held them. Potential practically flooding Your essence as You felt it build to a crescendo, and then... Light.
***
Your presence solidifies in some inexplicable fashion before seeming to shrink. Smaller and smaller until it seems like there'll be nothing left.
Then in a massive flash, You explode outwards, Light flaring out from You like a sharpened appendage. Then it halts abruptly. The Light-That-Is-You is solidified in an incomprehensible mass of frozen essence, spearing out into Everything.
Then, as if mirrored or reflected perfectly, the exact opposite end of Your furthest edge, where there is nothing but the Pure Light, slowly starts to fade into existence. The non-Light essence that makes You up, which appears to be as unlike-Light as it can be, starts to manifest and 'fill out' as if there was an outline waiting to be suffused with You.
As it subtly and slowly fades into existence You notice that the edges which are sharp and challenging where You are still clad in Light, turn out to be softened and muted where You are bare. Finally That-Which-Is-You meets That-Which-Is-You-Clad-In-Light and You are whole.
A disc of swirling Light and Non-Light manifests at the cusp of Your merger, to complete Your full physically defining process.
***
Khros-Ovos and Chor-Diastemi both send appreciative, supportive, and concerned Song towards You, but You can't properly respond at the moment.
The concept You chose to define is... demanding and insidious. You are compelled to define Yourself against something due to the great amount of un-opposed concepts and existences at this moment. If You don't finish the full defining soon, it's subject to... You're not quite sure, honestly. But You strongly suspect that Your entire essence would suffer. Or possibly do something unexpected and new.
Regardless, You have a choice.
1. How Do You Define Yourself, Initially?
[] Through Violence
What is Violence: The Loud, The Blunt, The Blatant, The Aggressive, The Direct, The Bliss
[] Through Silence
What is Silence: The Quiet, The Subtle, The Thoughtful, The Passive, The Indirect, The Depression
2. What Do You Define Yourself Against, Initially?
[] Define Yourself against Everything
-[] The Light
-[] Creation
-[] Everything (GM: I strongly recommend you don't do this/Discussion required)
[] Define Yourself against Khros-Ovos
-[] Physically (Form)
-[] Metaphysically (Time)
[] Define Yourself against Chor-Diastemi
-[] Metaphysically (Space)
[] Define Yourself against Infinity
-[] Flickers
-[] Wounds
-[] Monuments
-[] The Void Itself
-[] Everything (GM: I strongly recommend you don't do this/Discussion required)
[] Define Yourself against Eternity
-[] Write In: What Part of Eternity?
-[] Everything (GM: *shrugs* If you wanna be That Guy)
[] Define Yourself against the Dreamer (GM: I'm not barring any options to you, you're God-like, after all, but you can't select this without some damn good discussion)
[] Write In
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Possibly Helpful Visuals
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Here's some helpful bases when thinking about what the MC and the Angel of Space look like.
Not 100%, but it's better than nothing, if you're having a little trouble.
Not 100%, but it's better than nothing, if you're having a little trouble.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
That'd be Write In: All Within Eternity and Infinity
And obviously that'd require a good ass argument and some solid discussion, because holy shit. You're starting off the game with your lone self opposite of ALL OF CHAOS AND CREATION AT ONCE. So yeah. It'd be hilarious to write such a short quest, barring some surprise from the voters, but I wanna make sure discussion is had so you know what you're getting yourselves into.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Oh I'm sorry, for the Silence/Violence thing, underneath were merely examples of how that approach looks. Not a subvote, I'll go clear that up.