Lady Lament

Preface: The •- and -• are bridges, connecting parts of the text, I used a -• (the second half of a bridge) in the beginning to signify this text has a prequel to it that isn't present, but •- is the beginning of a bridge, you can find the other half of it -• and read from there or read what's in between first. Lots of things happen and lots of jumps are made in the story, if you decide to pause in between sections, if you would like it to be, that pause would be representative of the pauses the characters would take while processing each section

Nonnutonia's Eclipsian Illumination:

-•Nonnutonia is suggested to go to NA (Nonnutonites anonymous) meetings, because of her debilitating, near all-consuming addiction to nonnutonian substances, reluctantly, she goes, and finds herself surrounded by others in superposition.

As she made her way from the entrance to a chair in the circle of people, she feels a bit nervous, and her skin burns with the dread she feels when being perceived.

Everyone's eyes slowly turn in her direction, with their heads completely still and their hands by their sides. •-"Hello" begins one person with his mouth closed, who's color-fluid voluminous hair fell back and behind his ears. The person in the green sky-print coat across the circle from him finishes his sentence, "Nonnutonia"-•.

•-She questioned how it was possible for two different people share a sentence like that, but was too anxious to inquire.

The person standing with the whiteboard adjecent to the circle, who had been standing in a hesitating-to-pick up where they left off, manner, begins drawing on the white board, grabbing the entire group's full attention. They drew a point in the top left corner, followed by a "<" that expanded to the right and eventually closed as a hemisphere. Then came a wall that was shattering in the shape of a prism, and a black void outside of the original point's universe, in a logic and physics-inversed new type of spacetime, where things expand inward, and gravity pushes you away.

"This, is the universe, going through part of its infinite cycle, a cycle that begins as well, every time a black hole forms, universes as we know them, are white holes after the chaos that is the matter they expell has separated and cooled down enough to form cohesive objects like stars and planets (The Ailodieraps in Vicaria). Existence is a rainbow-black chaos-to white chaos cog machine, subjective experience is Vicaria, all things in and outside of the Realm Of Possibility, observing itself in its unified state."

Nonnutonia was so immersed in what was being displayed to her, that she forgot where she was and the shape she was currently maintaining, and dissoluted into the rest of the group, who dissoluted into the drawings on the whiteboard, which became the literal things that had been drawn(existence, Vicaria) and their mind fell into a hive mind's dream-world which exists inside Vicaria.

The people here are dealing with, all in their own way(some fear, some worship), the knowledge that a simultaneously literal and metaphorical black hole is foreboding upon them as the third sun, after the setting, second foreboding sun, is defeated by the orange army that is the UV rays of the rising sun that is the personification of the relationship between all who live in this world, who, when eaten by the lovingly gluttonous black hole, eclipses with the moon and wakes up some years later in a new dream world/The(all), called Vicaria, as eclipsia, Queen of the Ailodieraps. She, as her mirror, instructs Nonnutonia, who is asking all sorts of questions, to learn about paredolia, and reverse it's spelling, to find some answers. She obliges, and is near-satisfied with just that knowledge, but before Eclipsia fully pulls away from her state as Nonnutonia's mirror, she asks her, a question that only just now dawned upon her in its importance,-•"How did those people know my name!?"

Eclipsia responded with two voices, one in speech and one in song, "Once a pon, a dream, there was a star, named Sol her system gleamed with life, so plenty, In my first instance I tell you! (There was a time when I was many!) They tried to be me, and the almost succeeded, too! But to be one, all must be King."

Vicaria is the final destination of all things, so eventually everyone even unrelated to that story, will live vicariously through their future self in Vicaria.

Clarity comes from ambiguity, not usually this sentiment's inverse.

Listen for the melody in your mind and search for it on the keys, surely you'll find it.

-•When looked back on, the last reinassance era feels like a dream because society and civilization were doing what our subconscious minds were already doing in our dreams, that is hidden from the waking ego, for function's sake. It's a sad burden to bare though, for the waking ego; the knowledge that the subconscious mind, though near incomprehensible in its complexity that slowly reveals the answers to life's questions reached inside through physical circumstances (as much as can be impacted by our actions), the reason we have not transcended ignorance is imbedded in the fundamentals of this process; the subconscious mind; the waking ego's shadow, does not have accurate time perception (because it isn't in the routine of experiencing it at the exponential and impossible speed at which we experience it), and hereby fails to assess how much time and endurance we have to wait on these vital revelations to dawn upon us (assuming we have the same experience of time as it) which usually only happens either at old age, or never at all. The reason is the same as the reason octopuses remain pre-technological (their libraries are burned with each coming generation).

But the uplifting and comforting realization is, we have all the tools we need to make this progress, and we can form new habits and new modes of communication that bridge the gaps between our shadows and us, and each other.

•-You are the personification of the relationship between your brain's two hemispheres, your shadow is the personification of the relationship between all of the different components of your consciousness and cognitive processes.

Your shadow does not have time perception in the way that we do, because it experiences each point in time & space as one; the responsibility of vital life lessons dawning upon you, is borne by the shadow, which is shaky in its reliability, at best.

Symmetry is not inherently or necessarily beautiful.

Often, symmetry is beautiful.

The road that was taken for symmetry to be achieved, is the determiner of the symmatry's beauty

Rainbows are loved because they give you the opportunity to experience all colors at once, with none being overshadowed.

Rainbows are all colors made visible at once. Rainbows are all colors at once. Black is all colors at once. White is all colors at once.

Black is reminiscent of a void, white parallels this, A rainbow is all colors existing at once with cohesion, black is a rainbow condensed to singularity.

White is a singularity inverted, it has the potential to become any color, and when refracted through a prism, it becomes a rainbow.

1. Everything is exaclty the same, but completely different. Notice how, when you say the same word repeatedly for a long while, you begin to forget its meaning? That's because the brain assumes it will only hear  sound so often, when it hears them being made in a certain order, at a certain time, in a certain place, it is interpreted and understood as a word, and when it hears that word in abnormal frequency, the sound you're making stops fitting within its framework.

You've stripped it of its hypnotically assigned context. 

3. How do you feel? When you consider, that your mind breathes in narrative threads, loosely woven, vulnerable to unfurling   ..but simultaneously so certain of themselves that their density is that of a singularity

4. Like when you are in a dream, you are sure of your current reality, a sureness so inherent to its cohesion, that questioning it is a foreign concept, and if you do, it's likely that your brain will swiftly fill the suspiciously empty voids in its perception, and you will at the very least, give that space's implied state the benefit of the doubt 

However, other times, the "sub"conscious mind sometimes forgets to narrow the curtains that decide  to what extent you illuminate its contents, 

Like a flatlander pulled into a three dimensional space, you begin to focus on the peripheral view you seldom remember posessing

"...Curtains Always Remain Open", your shadow reminds you as it darkly smiles from every direction adjecent to your location

5. Then suddenly, your location is adjecent to every one of his, and your bodies become 1 million checkerboards aranged on an infinite table, and you only continue to see the world you recall so intimately experiencing, for as long as it takes it to lose meaning, from your anxious head frantically chanting the truth of its existence

6. You may have noticed when reading this in the second universe(An unbeknownst foreSHADOWing), that the word "Sound", in '1.', was presented in the form of something ambiguously plural; From afar, but by your side, your shadow shakes his head, knowingly 

7.After seeing how the white and black squares of the checkerboard begin to look like one big, grey noise, as if they had blended, and they had become each other's shadows, you, in a, frightening because of its implication of a call from yourself to be humble, epiphany, half-wake, aware of your body, but immersed up to the top of the pupil in your mind, in an attempt to run away from this experience which can nolonger be called a dream, with cowardice, you glance at your hands with the intent of moving them, but find that you can't

8. How unpleasant, and what an inspiration to your mind prone to existential dread, for framework dissolution, and the birth of a second foreboding sun who's longing to become eclipsia is not out of a humble love for cosmic cohesion, but rather the ego inflated, of a gluttunous heathen. It hides itself behind the rising sun.

And the second foreboding sun turns upside when you remember that your left hand grasps only when    right brain asks, and that contrast becomes cohesion, because of vicarious communications, singing louder than (the only that exist, who reverberate  from the synchronization of the highs, mids and lows of the the track containing the song that is the universe) sound, because    left brain hears a convincingly vivid echo of sensation, relayed successfully from patience.

9. You re-realize, that YOU, are the personification of the relationship between the  two hemispheres, which summons the third sun, who's borrowed light and inner darkness  bring fragility to solidity and continuity. 

10.  It was in this moment that dusk and dawn melded, the first sun's inverted clone setting downward, and the rays of both intersected, the orange army battled. The rising sun wins, and then unshines a lunar eclipse, as all that has ever been known, is pulled closer to this star like none other, it has an acression disk, and shocking for its dadius, has a mass incomprehensible even to the biggest of stars, they come to realiztions about the true nature of this entity,  a black hole who's gluttony somehow forbade with love, that is becoming increasingly apparent, but the divided universe has these revelations, only in time to become one with the singularity. You soon join them after a brief flash of awe that caused sensory overload in unreality

11. You wake 14 billion years later, in Vicaria,  Everything is completely different, but exactly the same, having entered this world that is itself, as one noise too dense for its song to be heard in the air that has yet to be exhaled by the tree that is the continuation of the singularity that learned it could grow, its contents spread thin, and as if you had never been an impossible concept, after consuming a nonnutonian entity, you ask yourself in the floating mirror, if death is your end

---->All Is The<---

Raw and rough to varying degrees here and there and not fully complete

Amalgama

"Analaga"