Wordforge 8-11-14

SONG: "White Waking" by Les Rallizes Denudes

THEME: Strange Realms



There's no such thing as time at the fringes, the ragged, seething border marches between the tapestry of Creation and the great, unknowable Other beyond it. There's barely even any kind of concrete, calcified reality. Everything shifts and changes the second you look away, sometimes even while you're watching it. A crystal whale explodes into a thousand-thousand moths with starlight in their wings.

The horizon stretches off and merges with the smear of infinity on the horizon, roiling chaos forever in its epileptic dance. Countless worlds are born and blink out of existence in the time between breaths.

The Cartel calls that mad, tumultuous cauldron their home, and it is only their skill at crafting the raw quantic ether itself that allows them mastery over the hostile conditions at the uttermost edges of existence. They build their cathedrals and factories in spaces between God's breathing, Imaginos-cloaks spreading out as they sail upon the celestial membranes, blazing light that is not light in their wake, singing along with the harmony of the quantic strings, and it is within that song the Cartel witness the sprawl of everything, and orchestrates the flow of beginnings and endings.