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Vol.5/Chapter 62: Interlude

Vol.5/Chapter 62: Interlude

Chapter Sixty-two

Interlude/Transient

When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped Earth of her mantle of beauty, and poets sang no more save of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward-looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone away for ever, there was a man who traveled out of life on a quest into the spaces whither the world's dreams had fled.

Azathoth (fragment). 1922.

Howard Philips Lovecraft.

Old Internet. Abandoned mine.

Matrix file name: Song of the Binary Stars.

Lost data vault of ZAIEN.

Rough translation of fragment 444, possibly an Aldrikian Legend.

Translation language used: Conjunction of the Daggers Alphabet and other revealed magical alphabets

Approximate concordance: 70%.

Administrator: Unknown

Last updated: May 15. 2155

Approximate corruption: 40%.

... just as the spear from another plane had saved his life, when he had not yet been born, he too decided to leave.

And called by the voice he could only hear, the Wanderer of the Planes set out on his journey. Leaving behind the spaces where he had belonged and those that had seen him grow.

[Lost fragment].

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As that universe collapsed into simpler forms towards its end, he too shed his known form and let the higher, but coiled, invisible spaces pass through him as he climbed into the last remnants of space where there were still points of higher dimension to traverse. Such was the cost he had to pay to leave his universe... [Fragment lost]

As everything collapsed around him, he finally found the notes of that melodious, but childish, voice calling him from a different space on another plane.

But while his journey lasted, he had to learn and forget so many times that even the concept of time ceased to make sense. He traversed different planes of existence, always searching for that voice that had called him and that always seemed to escape through the cracks in the fabric of reality.

[ Fragment lost].

Finally, when he had given up hope for dead, and had even almost forgotten when he had embarked on his journey, the echo of the voice echoed in his consciousness and, like a compass between dimensions, he found his final path, escaping from the Eyes.

He arrived and crashed in that strange land, in a universe he did not know. And once again he let the invisible spaces pass through him, he got rid of the more complicated parts he had acquired in the higher spaces, as he folded and descended to the simpler planes where that voice had called him. He passed through the subtle states of the spheres until he crystallized in the world.

But that voice that had called him had disappeared many years ago, while for him so much time had passed that he could not remember why he had set out on his journey. The place he had arrived at was moving in a counter-clockwise direction to his own biological clock. And almost all his memories escaped in that collision, like a klepsamy that could no longer be turned back the other way... [Fragment lost]

Left behind was his home world, the Binary Star worlds and hundreds of millions of other different planes.

His mind had almost forgotten its beginning and barely retained parts of his memory that, like a broken mirror, formed a distorted image of who he had once been.

But, finally, The Wanderer of the Planes had arrived at his destination.

To live he changed his chemistry, adjusting to that of his new home.

And to survive his time stopped. Forever.

That was his final destiny, but also his beginning.

[End of fragment.]

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