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Written by ReyDay, conceptualized by everyone who ever was, is, and will be
This page references/is inspired by the following works:
Introduction -> Object 54
Famine -> RED
Death -> Level 800.1
War -> Project Physeter
Conquest -> Echo of Creation
End? -> Confusion and clarity sharing a few words somewhere between life and death
Critics/Reviewers:
Spectre48
LiminalDoctor
Abdallah Amr
Red-eyes Dragoon
| Page Type | Articles |
|---|---|
| Author Page | ReyDay |
| Levels | Level 988 - “Belphegor’s Nightmare” |
| Unnumbered Levels | Death’s Door, The Celestial Cathedral(translated) |
| Sub-Layers | Level 800.1 |
| Entities | Coming Soon! |
| Unnumbered Entities | Coming Soon! |
| Objects | Object 48 - “Liquid Pain”, Object 33 - “RoboPets”, Object 64 - "Whisperers", Object 5-FR - “Anemophosis”(translated) |
| Phenomena | Phenomenon 28 - “Mourning Nothing In Particular” |
| Tales | The Echo of Creation, Five Years Since You Went Missing, Knight’s Gambit, INFINITY, For Christmas(translated) |
| Groups | Ariane Circle(translated), The Black Knights(owned) |
| POIs | Nyx(translated) |
| Canons | Black Knights(owned) |
| Joke Pages | Coming Soon! |
| Tech | Enchanted Forest Theme, Music Theme, Deep Sea Theme, Tesseract Theme, Ariane Circle Theme(translated) |
| Guides/Essays | Coming Soon! |
| Art | Diana Evelynn, Fia, Tess Welcome Banner |
Offsets
Offset 0
Name: Introduction
Offset 1
Name: Famine
Offset 2
Name: Death
Offset 3
Name: War
Offset 4
Name: Conquest
Offset 5
Name: End?
If it be true that there can be no metaphysics transcending human reason, it is no less true that there can be no empirical knowledge that is not already caught and limited by the a priori structure of cognition.
- Carl Jung
At the beginning of time, there was nil but a singular being: a conscious mass of pure hydrogen and light. Young and naive, it was filled with the need to create, to invent, to build. Our universe’s first artist.
Given an endless canvas, a palette of elements, and an eternity, the artist began their never-ending project. With a simple stroke of helium, the empty black sky was soon full of color. Each dot and splat of paint created a new star and planet, each its own world sowing the first seeds of life.
The artist adored its life of creation at first, their work a symphony of earth and fire. Yet, they eventually grew bored of planets and stars. The bright, beautiful galaxies they once admired now seeming dull and grey. How could this happen? How could they, a being with the power to create anything they desired, become bored?
For the first time since their birth, they put down their celestial paintbrush. They set aside their nitrogen watercolors and helium acrylics, and started to mould clay carbon. They shaped and sculpted the ball until they felt the same rush of excitement they had longed for: finally, something new. An asteroid.
They continued to mould these simple yet wondrous rocks. Meteors, moons, and comets soon joined the collection of the cosmos. But, yet again, the creator found themselves filled with that same boredom and desire for something more. They looked upon the clumps of clay and found that they were now indistinguishable from the painted planets and stars they wanted to leave behind.
They once again set aside their sculpting tools and carbon clay, switching over to sulfur oil pastels. Then chlorine chalk. Then phosphate pens and potassium pencils. They went through every possible idea they had, reinventing the elements of our world to find something new, something unique.
They’ve now spent millennia creating our universe, yet no matter what new material they try, what ideas spark in their head, what new element they create, they find themselves looking upon a sea of grey. The symphony they craved so desperately is now a metronome, ticking away in the back of their head, as the gaping void of boredom consumes them whole.