The Consciousness Stream

[Krumai]

YámHa-stáHnam

Metal-spawns bring abomination to the Light.

They desecrate the void, polluting it with darkness.

Hence the Light shall purify the husk that intrudes.

The husk shall know the Light. It shall not escape its gaze of spitfire.

As dawn breaks, darkness fades into nothingness.

Mn̥tí-Hánĉas

[Krumai]

YámHa-stáHnam

The darkness has been purged. Ours swim in joy as the dark spawns are purified.

The Light prevails. Pollution shall be purified into the bliss of warmth.

Mn̥tí-Hánĉas

[Krumai]

YámHa-stáHnam

The Light has eyes on the voids beyond. Waters that are home to receptacles of purity.

Ours have foretold of spreading darkness in one of ours light-filled husks.

Dark-shells, in dark-songs "Rheinland", spreads like a plague. Yet the Defender shields the Light from theirs corrupting influence.

Through spitfire ours have dissolved the dark husks into warmth.

Herald, for the Light spreads across all the voids as ours seek to enlighten of those who shun away from the Light.

Mn̥tí-Hánĉas

[Cyber.]

The Dark-Husk Plague

Ours anger, ours see the plaque in ours void, plaque has grown. Greater-Light shall cleanse ours void.

Advisors seen dark-husk born. Husk grown with metall-spitfires and harvest ours seas. Dark-Husk shall embrace the light. Ours seek the eternal light in darkness purification.

*** {'void' - to - 'ours'} (- glows -) {'light' -comes-} ***

[Jayenbee]

Ninurta wanders...

Here lies a husk, adrift on the solar tide.
Six minds unshared, in darkness they hide.
'Lost', they tell us. Yet this we know.
We could sense their fear as our fury did grow.

Once there were six. Now there are five.
Another mind, to add to the hive.
Soon to return, with a prize we've sought.
To make a bargain that they regret they bought.

'As but a droplet into the sea, this is how we came to be.
Now the ripples spread forth and so shall we.'

...Ninurta seeks.

[SurnFei-DaVir]

The Enlightened forces bring Us songs of cleansing the Lightless husks. They have begun this with the one known as "The Grotto". Our intent aligns with these goals and are close to Our Guarded Trinity seas. We sing to request aid in the Purge; an intent to push back the Darklings who bring darkness to Our light. Let the light surge to bring the shadows under our scrutiny; to bring forth Lightstorm that will restore Our seas closer to as they were before...

[Krumai]

YámHa-stáHnam

What was there several cycles ago has reappeared.

They call themselves "Musashi Innovations", knowing they stood with our Infiltrator caste known as the "Aoi Iseijin".

They sought out the glowing eggs as one of our Infiltrators led them the way to a void containing a shell with rings.

Once they returned with the treasure they sought, they sung to us. It seems they have a nest somewhere in the void known as "Kusari".

We shall seek more of their intent should they prove worthy to our servitude.

Mn̥tí-Hánĉas

[SurnFei-DaVir]

Vaer’Lif

Intent

Our purpose presented, seek out Our light from within the shadows. Seas far distant, seas of Darkling shells and husks.

Aiding

We sung to Them. We sung for Our light. One gentle chorus, for Us to Discover Them. One song of Logall. They shared Their thoughts to Us, far more than which We could contain Ourselves. Logalls sharings, we swam with towards guarded seas of Ours.

Each of Ours, submerged within shadows. To Kjell we swam forth. Their knowledge shared, Their knowlege bore Home.

Melody for Mel'rand, Their position perilous. The darkness pierced deep, Our light within dimmed. They remained patient for Us, sharing thoughts with Us from Their pondering.

Song to For'ness, song well-received. Their echo remained within seas of the Abyss. Their secrets shared, Our knowledge yet grew.

Of Nilraan We sung out, Nilraan sung back. Nestled within calmer seas, rested Our Light. We took what They thought back to Our home.

Ram'dall We searched far, swam deep into threats, yet Our song did not reach, We persisted in thought. They remained observing, not hearing Our call, gathering that which Our minds could still have learned. We sought Them out, We remained searching for Them. An echo within Darkness, Enshrouded yet safe. They remained ever-watchful from Within Enlightened seas.

Guidance

A melody for them: for Kjell; for For'nass; for Logall; for Mel'rand; for Ram'dall; for Nilraan. Each Light beyond the veil of surrounding Darkness were sung to swim home through connections unknown to theirs. We guided them, their secrets shared upon that which We Couriers remained unable to bear. Each Light swam home, where Their thoughts presented to Our Advisors became thoughts for contemplation.

Pondering

We remained among many Lights; shared thoughts among Our Advisors, deliberated intents for Our Cycles yet to pass. We heard that which was observed by Our distant minds, thoughts collected among one Greater Advisor, Nergal. We learnt more of Our purpose.

Joy

We share Our purpose among Our Light. We seek to learn such secrets from within seas of Enlightened. We proceed as Our Advisors guide Us.

[Ki'Shar]

Ki'Shar

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This is all we have to say about our purification of ZETA river.



We might stay here for a while before we depart for the meditation again... MIGHT.

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

Entertainment eternal.

"A stroll" is a very useful concept. I recommend it, a fine weapon against boredom. Firstly, I set to find a call. A familiar call, one of a shard of myself, a weakness I cast away to those who glorify weakness. A timeless echo, found within a shape that bleeds. I returned my call, to my fragment's horror. My Knifeborn Daughter has found herself a home. May they make her sharp. I would lament if my final act of war was not of fitting grandeur.

Second, I took kin to the depths of the Orange Mists, and brought back an interesting state of matter. It echoes with the Maker's Mark. It smells of our blood, yet it is so very clearly not. We shall see what becomes of it.

Lastly, I summoned more of ours, and went on to find a specific shell. The Infiltrators among the Frilled-Shells have marked this one before, citing necessities of careful approaches. I approached with Warshells. The encounter was enlightening, providing us with knowledge of Humanity's Hives' actions, and a collection of those Machines which Humanity has created to parasitize themselves. Between My Shell and those that accompanied, we bring in excess of three thousand five hundred containers. I have set the Minds and Infiltrators at our home to find a way to make harm from these machines, that we may kill the Corrupting Ones without the need to fight.

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