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Spirit Cascade
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"I have spent more time than I imagine I could consciously fathom in here, sifting through timelines, totally detached from any sense of my own time passing in this tower of unending stasis. I have tried again and again to understand why, and to understand how to avoid it. But the simple fact of the matter is that, in every timeline, for every instance of your reality that has ever existed, despite the recovery from every catastrophe prior, there is a point where everything stops. Remains timeless and in stasis, much as within this tower. Because nothing is left to change."
"...well, that is a little depressing, but everything ends eventually. Why is that such a terrible revelation?"
"It is not a natural or unpreventable phenomenon. You lie directly at its heart. There is a creature of immense, horrific power you have heard named as the Shatterer. There have been many 'ends of the world' before you came into being, but there will be only one more before all ends. With each new catastrophe, the Shatterer wreaks further havoc. You've seen it yourself. This time, half the very world has simply ceased to be, leaving the endless voids. Oceans have fallen into them. Mountains. Empires. All of this is the work of the Shatterer. You were the key to unleashing it during the last era, but you released it far sooner than was planned. This time, it will remain dormant until you release it as planned."
"Okay, I know, I ruined the world once before, although I was pretty sure I was the one to destroy everything. So it wasn't even my fault?"
"Oh, no, it was still definitely your fault. You might not have known what you were doing, exactly, but you were still trying to bring widescale destruction to the world. So that's still all you. Yup. All Typhon."
"Thanks."
"But it was also the Shatterer's fault. And herein lies the issue. The Shatterer is a creature who exists purely to destroy on another's behalf. No, I don't know exactly who-- I have been working on finding out who for some time, but the answer still eludes me! But while I try to figure out the cause for all of this, I can at least try to tackle its effect. And the main issue is that, as far as I can tell, you both are and are not the Shatterer. You would think living in this place would make inherent ontological contradictions easier to understand and work with, but there are limits, and--"
"Wait. What did you say I am?"
"The Shatterer, in a manner of speaking. An ancient beast of pure destruction who exists only to end the existence of other things, and that which will bring the end of all things within your current age or the next. It's a certainty. It's never a question of 'if' but 'when', if you understand me."
"But you said I wasn't this thing."
"Okay. Here's a better way of looking at it. Your worker drone, Colin. Is Colin Typhon?"
"I suppose that's a way to look at it."
"If Colin rebelled against you, if he decided that the very purpose he existed for was something he was going to fight against or challenge, would he seriously be able to oppose you? Would he be able to kill you without killing himself?"
"You're saying I'm the Shatterer's creation?"
"I don't know exactly what created you, per se, but you exist only to serve two purposes. To gather the things the Shatterer requires, and to provide form for its entrance. When you have everything you need, Nyx becomes an obsession of yours. She's involved in this process too, I believe. You merge either through trading a simultaneously lethal blow, or merge in a... different sense, if you'll excuse me. And from that, the Shatterer is born into the world for the rest of the world's very, very short lifespan. I've seen this happen in different permutations. One time it was just a very enthusiastic handshake. You both seemed very surprised that time."
"So me and Nyx exist to destroy the world?"
"Yup! You're taking this in your stride a lot more easily than most times."
"Uh huh. And the other ichor creatures?"
"Oh. This timeline, give me a second. Ah. Yes. Either agents of the Shatterer with their own parts to play in its resurrection or co-opted and reappropriated agents thereof, there to serve a different task."
Well, the way I see it, it's all very simple. They're mad.
They've gone completely mad locked up in this tower for however long. None of this has any relation to anything in my past. Not Wintermol, not Sannersoon, nothing. Were all my past selves this gullible?
Well, I suppose I'm done here.
"Thanks for your answers."
"Hmm. That's it?"
"Yes. I think I've heard enough."
"Very well. I will offer you safe passage back to your home. If you need to return to me, just take this."
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