#carcer

I mean, I think it's really interesting juxtaposition between the deep scars of Functionism versus the other worlds' sources of prejudice and discrimination. Camien devotion and deification of Solus versus a Cybertron with no femmes with Megatron's and Optimus' cult of personality as well as atheism and agnosticism, especially among their respective inner circles. Cybertron's complete desolation and Eukaris' lush and lively greenery. The meritocracy of racing-obsessed Velocitron. Prion had minicons with multiple alts, and Devisiun yielded split-spark twins. The people of Carcer are those of wardens living in a prison.

Do the Camiens think of their Titan's homeworld as cold and lonely? Would they think of those from Cybertron suffering from disorders from the lack of close, intimate connections and no true community?

Velocritron descended from the scientists of Navitas, and they utilized the scorching heat to derive alternative sources of fuel. Do they scorn the deprived worlds for not searching for solutions?

How do the Eukarians view the others that cyberformed their planets? Do they see Cybertron and the others as sterile and lifeless; their civility is a cheap, hollow mimicry that hides their teeth and claws?

The Carcerians developed an austere culture that prioritized keeping their Titan on complete lockdown to the point sacrificing themselves to achieve that goal. How do they view Caminus' offering to dismantle himself so his own children can thrive in such a harsh environment?

The Carcer of a Dancefloor

It is interesting to observe the layout of Berghain’s Funktion-One sound system. The stacks are profiled exactly like the columns of Carcer. Geomantically, Carcer is the figure of Saturn in Capricorn, domiciled, cold and dry, where matter closes upon itself. The stacks stand aligned like votive stones of an underground temple, projecting waves that shape the space like walls of sound. Everything inside is vibration imprisoned in form.

Carcer comes from the Latin root meaning “enclosure, barrier, place of confinement.” From it descend incarceration, incarcerate, the act of being enclosed within limits. It is the figure of Saturn in his purest essence, the lord of boundaries, of finitude, of the irreversible flow of time.

In astrology, Saturn finds one of his domiciles in Capricorn, the cardinal Earth. He is at home in density, in the element that bears weight and resists movement. Capricorn is matter in its most structured form. It is cold, hard, enduring, the perfect mirror for Saturn’s leaden temperament. It is the weight that holds the Spirit down to matter, binds it to the world, fastens it by the feet so it may not levitate. And those same feet, paradoxically, are the ones that dance there, within his sphere, sometimes so light they feel transparent.

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