𝐼𝑁𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑇𝐸; 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑋 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐴𝑅. ||
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ㅤ ... A third light. Crimson, piercing the billowing black clouds and roiling thunders. Yet it was not warm. It was the color of a threat, with the energy of a warning.

ㅤ Finyl's brow furrows. As both singularities vanish, only a tiny red gleam escapes from Finyl's pupils.

ㅤ " ... 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦."


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the rain that comes too close to steam.

ㅤ Into these two possibilities, she stares, each singularity so infinitesimal that she keeps them controlled. So tiny are the holes poked into the fabric of the world that they only continue to exist by Finyl's will. Each a choice at her fingertips.


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a miniscule singularity siphoning the falling rains. In the other, light radiates from absolutely nothing; a singularity, too, yet of an inverse flow. Up she throws it, the opposite direction of the first, and a miniscule white hole blasts alive, plasma and heat scorching the soil and turning


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prolonged attempt at patience not a mercy at all? It was a struggle not to believe that Veritate might have had points even he didn't intend to make.

ㅤ So she pauses, raising both palms. In one, light seems to fade ever further; she extends it forward, and this darkness rapidly billows,


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wrapped in an orb of gravity that holds the black water and diverts its fall away.

ㅤ Every world Finyl had destroyed was complex. Even still, she readily acknowledged that she had obliterated worlds for less. Something in her wondered; was this torture for the Earthbound? Was this overly


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their choice long ago.

ㅤ They stare into the deep black above, the surface of this self-contained story only lit by the lightning between clouds sick with tragedy. Finyl hears her name in every sound as she floats over the soil, avoiding her daughter's reach still. Almost untouchable,


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their sibling.
ㅤ Others in this world couldn't truly be considered related to Finyl. They appeared from her aftermath, perhaps, but only Acheron and Sunny arrived as a direct consequence of her own. Beings who manifested from the earliest emotions of lovers - happy together, but they made


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Someone never forgotten, only forgiven to be neglected.

ㅤ "𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛..."

ㅤ How her heart aches to think about the cycle of her daughter's existence. To be steeped in tragedy until your only choice is to embellish the pain and cherish it. How she'd neglected not only them, but their mirror -


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ㅤ Hear it?

ㅤ In the howl of the winds. The haze of black rain. The falling of dying branches, and the squelching of the mud they collide with.

ㅤ Her name. Whispers of an emotion never locked away, yet recessed for eons. Murmurs from and about someone whose darkened reach clutches the world.


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|| ⪜ 𝙰𝙽 #𝐀ᴇᴅɪꜰɪᴄ 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ

infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴' 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦...
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ Hand falling to her side, she admittedly blinks with some amount of surprise. Regardless of whatever imperfections there may be, nobody expects a person's voice to shift so dramatically, let alone into a mimicry of the self. It isn't perturbing so much as a moment of being off-guard... ]
cryptcgravity.bsky.social
❨ hope is a good thing ... yes, a “ good ” thing. it pads backwards, straining vocal cords before, ❩

ㅤ voice mimicking.

❨ for others, it would be terrifying. at least for now, it's a mere show, that the companion enjoys the one it follows voice. ❩
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦?
[ A soft smile takes her features now. Only gotten better, have they? Finyl can only hope Acheron doesn't have hooks into its ideologies now... ]
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦?
[ A soft smile takes her features now. Only gotten better, have they? Finyl can only hope Acheron doesn't have hooks into its ideologies now... ]
cryptcgravity.bsky.social
❨ how others perceived it now didn't bother it but it does think. should it have struggled to keep its canine form.ᐣ all for another time. a snort. ❩

ㅤ indeed. yet, i have gained more with my shedding.
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ To Finyl, it may as well be a purr. Cosmic, horrific things were in her wheelhouse - both Grafan and Mori had been examples of how she were unfazed in the face of it. Softly, her hand runs over the snout and lets her thumb make a gentle pass. ]

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦?
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ To Finyl, it may as well be a purr. Cosmic, horrific things were in her wheelhouse - both Grafan and Mori had been examples of how she were unfazed in the face of it. Softly, her hand runs over the snout and lets her thumb make a gentle pass. ]

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦?
cryptcgravity.bsky.social
❨ a distorted growl, but it means well. the mask pulls back to reveal an eyeless face but oversized fangs. its snout pressing against hand ... ❩
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ Gently, she extends her hand. Perhaps it doesn't take a canine form anymore, but still will she offer it gentle touch. ]
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ Gently, she extends her hand. Perhaps it doesn't take a canine form anymore, but still will she offer it gentle touch. ]
cryptcgravity.bsky.social
❨ it comes to sit, little twitches here 𖬺 there but none of it indicates pain. ❩

ㅤ indeed. i will not fade. i will remain.
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
[ Her gaze follows the rising string of sludge that Grafan's form had become, each mask a reflection of something she couldn't yet readily know. There's not an ounce of fear in her eyes - it is only worry, yet it is recessed as Grafan explains. ]

... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥.
infinitusparadoxon.bsky.social
... 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦?
[ Finyl is aware of the rains - how couldn't she be? But given the 'bubble' that prevents it from touching her, she's in a prime position to uncover how all of this kind of just... sucks for everyone else. ]
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ㅤ🔶
maybe i write that solo where the very end of it is seeing war reaccumulating and hoping that will restabilize the spirits
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ACC EVENT EPILOGUE :: ALL ROADS LEAD TO HOME
> a solo by @wartornpaths.bsky.social

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