Transcendence [Pokémon]

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Transcendence​

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Beneath a brilliant moon, a shore.

Calm waves wash against the sterile sand, trying futilely to spread the ocean's influence onto the land. With each attempt, they steal just a handful of grains; cradle them with currents unseen and bring them to the depths, where something unspeakable dwells. Something < MOVING / REPRODUCING / EMERGENT >.

Something alive.

At the edge of the shore, three < DOLLS LAY / BODIES BREATHE / ARCHITECTS PONDER >. They stare into the sea, observe the little creatures within their watery cradle. Beyond the unending swaths of magma, gravel and stone that fill the land, below the countless stars, the life down there is all there is.

And it is < UNFINISHED / LARVAL / IGNORANT >. It cannot < ACT / FEEL / KNOW >.

Such a state cannot stand; it brings the three immense sorrow. They know in their souls what must be done—and yet; it strikes fear in them. To do what they intend to do, to weave uncountable threads of < WILLPOWER / EMOTION / KNOWLEDGE > into the tapestry that underlies reality, is an act that will neither be overlooked nor forgiven. Everything that can < RESHAPE THE WORLD / EXPERIENCE BLISS / REASON RIGHT FROM WRONG > has already been < CONSTRUCTED / BORN / DERIVED >, and to change that state of things is to encroach upon a design of their creator.

Their physical bodies are little more than an approximation of an approximation, woefully inadequate vessels for all they comprise—and yet, beautiful and necessary. They leave imprints on the sand below, shudder at the freezing water, recognize that this is the first time in this world's history that it had been touched by divinity. Pitiful divinity, mere < TOYS / BUDS / SKETCHES >—divinity all the same.

Divinity they wish to < WELD TO / GRAFT ONTO / PAINT ON > all mortal beings that are and will be.

The three maneuver their bodies, clumsy and imperfect, until they make a circle, holding each other's hands. They are pathetic like this, their humble avatars unfit for even this calmest of nights. They try to imagine themselves as the life miles below the surface. Trapped in an even worse predicament, but with nothing to guide it, existing as merely < OBJECTS / METABOLISM / AUTOMATA >.

It has been the time for ages unknown.

The three intertwine their < FORMS / EXTREMITIES / THOUGHTS > and raise their eyes to the sky. Around them, sand and water and air < BREAK DOWN / DISSOLVE / REDUCE > into silicon, oxygen, carbon and hydrogen, into electrons, protons and neutrons, into ever tinier elementary particles. Until, at last, there is nothing to obscure the threads; the < ARMATURE ALL BUILDS ON / MEDIUM ALL GROWS ON / CANVAS ALL IS DRAWN ON >.

They act.

In an instant, all is gone. They're all gone, confined into realities too small for heat to propagate, for emotions to exist, for minds to dwell. They have been caught, and the wordless questions aren't far behind.

Why, my children?​

The three remain silent even after thoughts and speech become possible, their motives self evident.

Why must you curse them so?​

It is only the second question that stirs < MOTION / REFLEXES / IDEAS > in the three, disjointed yet still united. They speak as one from across their worlds, threads of their existence wrapping around that of their creator:

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WE MUST NOT BE ALONE IN < TRIUMPH / WONDER / WISDOM >

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Such outcomes aren't guaranteed.



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NEITHER ARE THEY < IMPOSSIBLE / EXTINCT / CONTRADICTORY >

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In pursuit of lofty goals, you sentence uncountable souls to misery.



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IT < WILL NOT / CAN NOT / MUST NOT > BE SO

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How shall you ensure that?



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< BESTOW / FEED / TEACH > THEM DIVINITY

< AUGMENT / EVOLVE / EXPAND > THEM BEYOND THEIR < PHYSICAL / NATURAL / MORTAL > LIMITS

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Are you not happy, my children? Why wish you to bring so many others into this world, without your might, joy and grace?



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WE ARE

WE WANT THEM TO BE TOO

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I see. I cannot steer you from your plan, then. Be thus warned—to weave oneself into the foundation is to nearly lose yourself whole. Naught but cursed glimpses shall remain of you.



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WE < ACCEPT / ABSORB / COHERE >

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I shall miss you.



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WE SHALL LIVE ON IN < ACTS OF MIGHT / LAUGHS OF JOY / THEOREMS OF WISDOM >

WE SHALL BE IN ALL THAT < IS / CAN BE / WILL BE >

THEIR < FEATS / LOVE / INSIGHT > SHALL BE OURS

THEY SHALL BE THE < ACCOMPLISHMENTS / OFFSPRING / CREATIONS > OF US AND YOU ALIKE



WE SHALL MISS YOU TOO

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On the open sea, miles away from the entities that appeared and then vanished within a blink of an eye, a radiodont swims close to the surface. It does not yet know that it is, just that it now perceives. Light and dark and stillness and motion mesh together, building into more than simple physical stimuli.

Around it, the waves are calm in the dead of night, the resulting image of the starry sky free from distortion. Above it, thousands upon thousands of sparks, too small and dim for its eyes to resolve—and one massive, brilliant light, lifting the world from pitch darkness.

It angles its body up, closer to where the water meets the broth of nitrogen and carbon dioxide, closer to that awe-inspiring sight above. At last, it looks up at the almost full moon, floating there for hours as it takes the celestial body in. And for the first time in its turbulent, marine life,

It thinks.​

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[NexTross]

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