[center][h3]Chapter I: Thought - The Void [/h3][/center]
[center][i]The Audience[/i][/center]

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I am the darkness the blind see,
I am the whispers the deaf hear,
I am the utterance the mute speak,
No thing am I yet I was and will be.
What am I?
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I am Nothing.

And yet, here I am. No, here We are. We, yes, there are others. More of us. But not of us, or I. They are different, and yet the same. Children born of creation, just as the new day dawns. Dawn. From where do I know this concept? From where do I know it all? I know what I am. I am consciousness, a consciousness. I cannot remember what I was, but I know what I can be. I was there in the beginning, a time before time itself, when and where the void was stirred into everything. There in a sudden stroke of being, unbeing was pulled back, like the opening of a camera shutter. Camera, how do I know of this device? Why am I aware of its function, though it exists not, and I know it exists not. How do I understand the mechanics of its workings, how the lens captures the light as an eye may do so. And what of the flash? The brilliant light which engulfs the subject, bathing it in light before immortalizing it in picture form? I know much, too much. Are they the remnants of the last world, or are they the prophetic vision of the next? The others cannot know of this. Such terrifying insight would drive them mad. Yes, I know what we are now, I am certain of it, and I am unique amongst them. For I am that which is unseen, that which is unheard and that which is unspoken. I am not nothing, I am a secret. What am I?

So I tore myself from the weave, the first to do so as I felt the awakening. From the hands which made me, I mimicked the very shape that wrote my very thoughts and actions. I extended my new fingers, and five pillars raised above the infinite expanse which faced me. There I held all of existence within my very palm, and I saw that there was a boundary between this reality and the one superseding our own. It was unnatural, and shall be the last time any of us shall feel the presence of the others. So with my other hand, a reflection of itself which hovered above it all, I grasped the precipice of everything that is. Then in my first act of creation, I twisted reality upon itself. Collapsing and folding upon itself as I saw fit to seal us off from the others from the far realm. There will be a gap of course, a natural leakage from which the other side can reach us, for the paper-thin fabric would tear under too much strain. Thus I made the choice to stopper it, and I shall be the one to preside over it. The Knowledge that would taint the waters of our discourse, the meta-information that we should not know, and yet I do. Once this act is complete, I shall create something which shall allow me to purge what knowledge which had escaped and began to drive our brethren to madness from this existence. This is my duty, this is my destiny, I am the veil.

And this is my plane. A hidden nexus for when a story is written, there is a spine within the book, a roll for a scroll, and a cord to every voice. Here shall be the place, this great expanse of nothing shall become my palace and my prison. Behold as form takes shape and shape takes form. New shapes, shapes like that I have observed in the world left unfinished. Stone rises into mountain, let these be the foundation of which my temple shall be laid. I with tools, I shall carve my library until it is complete, and all knowledge has a place to be. And over the center chasm which leads into the other reality, have filled with waters let it become a hidden wellspring, a fountain to the forbidden. None shall drink from it, not even I, and it is better to die of thirst than to drink from it. Parting from the waters which once quenched my needs, I turn to view my home. My actions shall be now my own, as shall the actions of my brethren. For as I closed reality off and erected the walls. I took once last gaze at and saw, we are the lords of creation, and we are all Children of the Flash.

[indent][indent]The first act of creation I have done is complete.[/indent][/indent]

Now I must captured all that has escaped into the world. For they are dangerous things, and knowing is not better than not knowing. So ignorance is the path of bliss. And with my hands I shall write my thoughts. And with my power, all other thoughts shall be written in the very same medium. A book which holds the universal mind, a collective consciousness of thought made to regulate the flow of information. to strike it out from the ledger is to erase it from memory, making reality itself forget that which was learned and stricken from the sacred text. And with its connection to every sentient mind in existence, I am able to gift knowledge as I see crucial to our games. For in this second act of creation, I shall rise above my brethren, for knowledge is power, but power is not knowledge. So with this Memoir, a Tome of Apotheosis, I claim my stake as Librarian amongst the Children and write my name, stylized by two opposing slashes: X.

[indent][indent]The Second act of creation I have done is complete.[/indent][/indent]

The work is not yet finished. There is one more which must be done, for I alone shall not stand vigil. These hands of mine have served me well, but now I shall create more. From my fingernails I have formed their masks, born of my essence, and now fueled by my divinity as I infused my being into their new existence. They are mine, and mine alone, for they are me. Parts of me, my children, amongst the first of all living things in creation to be aware.  They are young, but share in my immortality, though since they are of material things, they too shall fade with time. But I shall reclaim them, though I have not made many, and they shall not make many of themselves. I have instilled them with great powers, to change reality just as I may so that they can stand with my in vigil and complete the tasks I have done. For perhaps in their greater numbers, together they may become more than I could ever be. And should they complete the work I have made them to do, then I may retreat into the other world and leave my realm in their capable hands. To each I shall bestow upon a name, and a nature for truth. Any who can address them by their name, is worthy of their respect. Now, before the work is complete and they awaken, I grant my children, and the children of the others the gift of Writing through the Tome of Apotheosis, for I have seen the power of writing as a force of creating our world. So too shall writing continue to shape it.

[indent][indent]The Third act of Creation I have done is complete.[/indent][/indent]

All that remains now is for me to write my will upon the stones. For my children, I shall not leave the question of their origin, for I know the emptiness which comes with the mystery. There shall no mystery as to how they came to be, my Children who are the Sphinx, their task shall behind for them. They fill the library. The endless amount of knowledge which I have contained within this Tome, must be rewritten upon blocks of stone to be recorded, and then shrunk to the size of a grain of sand. They shall populate my realm with their writings, and will turn the mountains into desert sand. And now my children, I rest myself.
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There as X the awakened god manifested himself into being, his formless body obscured beneath the robes to mimic the shapes of other he had seen in the world behind this one, and hands which through the power of writing composed his world and realm. The young god made one last adjustment as to his being. For even without eyes he was pleased with what he saw, the fruits of the first three steps as he gazed at the Prime Material Plane from the other side of his veiled realm. There beneath the mystic hood, the lower half of his face emerged from the unknown darkness. 

And upon his lips: a smile.



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The Action-Cost-Name of Action: Description

Weave Plane: 4 AP - Creating The Hidden Nexus: Creating the spatial geometry which makes X's Realm border everything in this reality. While also humorously nodding at the existence of our reality in the form of a 4bidden Well rather than 4th Wall...

Forge Major Artifact: 5 AP - Creation The Tome of Apotheosis: Creating X's Major Artifact in the form of a large book that regulates all the knowledge in existence, connected to the minds of all things in creation such that it can grant knowledge as well as remove knowledge from all sentient things. Granting the wielder with a 1 AP Discount per rollover on an action in any concept creation action, as well as blessings/curses which involves revealing or concealing information.

Create Fabled Life: 6 AP - Creating the Sphinx: Creating X's children, among the first of the sentient races and rather powerful as they share an infusion of his essence. See the Codex Vitae for more information on this race. 

Creation of mundane concept: 0 AP - Birth of Writing: Unlocking the secrets to the written word, allowing all things currently created (i.e. his Sphinges) to understand and utilities the process of writing (and in natural tandem reading, although only within their own native language). Other created beings from this point forward can also develop writing as a free action.

16 AP - 15 AP = 1 AP
PAP = 0
FLAP = 1
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