ENTRY 009//OCCAM’S//RAZOR
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I was a pendulum, swinging between Heaven and Hell.
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Entity: [Omniglot]
Sphera: [Golgotha], [Luna], [Empyrea], [Mercuria]
Para-class: [Orange-White-Aphelion]
Reliquary: [Atlas], [Adamant]
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Each step was a counterweight added onto my soul, weighing it down. The earth beneath my feet brought me up, the impetus of [Atlas] just enough to spark momentum in [Adamant] to keep the scales equal.
By the time that I reached them, I became a juggernaut with the weight of the world behind me. My skin was cast in molten lead, heavy with the burden of murdering a close friend for survival. My mind was possessed by fear, remorse, and euphoria; blood pounding a staccato rhythm in my ear drums, a funeral dirge only I could hear.
A sea of red. A sea of monsters. A sea of unrepentant slaughter.
I let my bones bleed out from under my feet, laying roots of titanium in the flesh of the earth, anchoring me to [Golgotha] and making it an extension of my self. Above me, I felt a halo of horns unfurl like a thousand-fold stag, each spike longer than my forearm and more wicked than my heart.
I ran, kept tethered by [Adamant] and given unfathomable strength by [Atlas]. Shockwaves traveled through the earth as I buried anomalies alive and crushed them into the dust of the earth, spreading Antediluvian biomass thin enough to truly kill them. When even that proved too little, the crucible heat of my bones purified [Golgotha] of its fungal infection.
My strength did not falter though I felt on the sempiternal verge of a mental breakdown. But I knew that the moment that I stopped the abject violence, I would collapse into a heap of self-incrimination, self-loathing, and suicidal ideation.
I doubted SSRIs would work anymore on my brain-chemistry or lack thereof.
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Throughout the innumerable Year Zeroes that I had endured, I had seen what happened when a person assimilated two red-aphelion idols countless times.
A reliquary could have, at most, eight paradox-idols and they could not occupy the same paracausal classification. All humans manifested a red-aphelion idol when moonscorched that took up a tentative schrodinger’s cat sort of place on the ontological pecking-order. If you absorbed a red-class idol, it would take up the red-class slot, thus locking the first idol to aphelion-class. But if you subsumed a second red-aphelion, then something interesting happened. The Tower took the mean between the two extrema; in this case, white—the para-class just after yellow and just below blue, the rung smack-dab in the middle of Jacob’s Ladder.
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Most often, the power boost didn’t do a whole lot, but in the off-hand chance that the esoterica interfaced nicely, complementing each other’s strengths and compensating for each other’s weaknesses? That signaled the birth of an entity that could rival even the prime manifestation of an Outsider, even with just two slots filled-in.
I saw Noah clean swathes of the Antediluvian infestation at a rate unheard of without the [Promethean] or the [Crucible] idols whose fiery esoterica I once considered unmatched when it came to dealing with [Antediluvia].
The simplest explanation was the most likely: John McCarthy was KIA. Whether deliberate homicide or just reappropriation of his paradox-idol after death, I did not know.
I had more pressing things at hand. Seeing that my group would not be overwhelmed any time soon, I advanced into the heart of the [Finger], appearing before it in a blink. Universal fabric folded across my skin like silk robes, regurgitating my physical form back into consensus reality in a kaleidoscopic corona of alpha decay.
Once upon a time, quantum tunneling was the basis for the computation of complex equations. Now, it was at my literal finger-tips as I—the observer—tipped the scales of the electromagnetic field of my constituent particles into jumping five-hundred meters forward, dragging me with.
Even though I had witnessed the heart of a world-wound, I was still taken aback by the grotesque tableau: it was a pulsating mass of pseudo-cardiac muscle, peristaltic in nature and utterly revolting; melting into the fungal roots of the wall behind it. A single anomaly guarded the heart: a harvestman.
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Entity: [Protoplast//Omniglot]
Sphera: [Antediluvia], [Luna], [Euclid]
Para-class: [Red-Aphelion]
Esoterica: [Occam’s-Razor]
Hubris: [Erudition]
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Esoterica: [Occam’s-Razor]
Ignosis: [The esoterica of {Occam’s-Razor} derives from the sphera of {Euclid} and {Golgotha}; establishes a commissural tract in the implanted entity matrix between the ontological concept of explanation to the platonic ideals of severance and simplification.]
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Hubris: [Erudition]
Ignosis: [The hubris of {Erudition} derives from the sphera of {Luna} and {Euclid}; establishes an antipodal ligature in the implanted entity matrix between the ontological concept of cognitive dissonance to the platonic ideal of cessation.]
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It was once a man.
Now, mycelium crawled under its skin like wriggling worms after rain; a bulbous amanita muscaria grew from its split-open skull, smaller warts of fly agaric erupting from the substrate-marrow of its spine.
The white bumps of the mushroom caps presented with gyrification—the cerebral folds found in gray matter—and secreted geometrical shapes that bled into the ether like an image-negative of low-poly-count neurons. The former was due to [Antediluvia], while the latter was a manifestation of [Euclid]; known as Hyperaunion, Acid-Trip, the Unreal, or—my favorite pseudonym—Lovecraft, this sphera was the strangest of them all. Where the Void made no sense whatsoever, [Euclid] was insanity made understandable.
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Sphera: [Euclid]
Ignosis: [The sphera of {Euclid} is that of the {Godhead}, the teratoma of the physical universe and the umbilical cord upon which it rests. Born of the union of {Lethea} and {Golgotha}, this realm of thought-made-real is a no man’s land where nonexistence and existence mix freely; a world in constant and uncertain flux. The {Termina} is one of the five divine organs of the {Godhead}, taken from the reality-soup of {Euclid}.]
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The Void had torn the edges of our universe ragged, birthing a stillborn sphera; a misshapen mooncalf of all Outsider realities converged into our own. It was less of a place and more of a conceptual subspace—the collective unconscious was anchored to [Euclid], drawing paracausal energy from the Unreal.
Euclidian anomalies were deserving of the moniker, truly; their abilities were downright terrifying because they were the same as that of humanity.
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