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[Embering] To become a celestial element dragon that can soar high enough to meet the phoenix, you must integrate your “Jungian Shadow”…although the Arabic word Kian chose or the Latin word Tenebrae is a better, less confusing term.

It also does it justice. Intelligent instinct lives and is the result of the growth, outgrowth and integration of a much vaster darkness - ancient one in your soul.

Chained to your consciousness …in your subconscious….to clear its past Karma (it has already been through eternities of hell but was denied a reincarnation).

Redeemed only if they kneel to the light they crave, the world needs, and wish to protect.

[Kian] Your Tenebrae will never be able to take control of your body and its violence or darkness is required to save your life for example. Self defense against an assault.

It will never tempt you to do evil sh*t. It’s usually silent and in your unconscious…but when you are close to a spiritual death or say evil has infiltrated your mind….like it happened for her 2 years ago….

The suicide devil.

The Tenebrae will try and barter for control. To let it take over. It has no consciousness, and it’s important you don’t accept.

It will accomplish goals and then, the soul and body will likely die a reckless death. It is not intelligent instinct. It has bad karma - lots of karmic debt. Lots of potential and power…but even darkness has a role to play in the balance of the universe.

If it refuses to preserve life, light.

Then, it will remained chained and locked away until it learns its place.

Too much pitch black darkness all the time isn’t what the world needs.

It must protect the consciousness and soul it is tether to. Or attempt to.

Try its best.

It must balance its selfish and destructive obsession for the kind of light the world needs…

It craves, but it must tempered with a vow to protect.

Light can multiply after all. Be shared.

It does not get to dim the light to keep the light to itself.

It must be tamed and be forever tame. Not domesticated.

It cannot be controlled.

[Idiot boy] “You’ve been on my case since the game started!!!!!”

[Embering] Us… “If you had enough self awareness to see yourself, your thoughts, your intentions, your emotions and your actions …like we do …you would understand. The other stream understands the assignment.”

[Idiot boy] “stop hating on kind white boys who just want to be there for you (her) !!! I don’t want to ruin her.”

[Embering] Then, so then do them justice instead of acting like…you have zero braincells and still endorse a cheap ass adaptation of digital and emotional colonialism.

[Ishe] He who ruins himself cognitively and spiritually…will always ruin others close to them.

[Embering] So, after the Wu Kong story time the idiot boy was like “I understand the mission / assignment - I will be her dragon !!!”

[Ishe] We are like great. Show us, your turn get ready - true end game soon for her. Lock in.

Him instead :

[Embering] Then, we are like…

He didn’t understand anything. Lizard aura and lizard brain, but I’m insulting lizards a little.

[Astrid] Lizard face too. Oh wait, my bad…that’s his natural born-with-this face.

[Kian] …

[Kian x Ishe]

[Embering] Yes. While Liz is asleep, we are giving him some final beatings. Tough love.

Beat some common sense into this dumbass Lizard from the trash.

I mean, kind but clueless boy that’s middle aged.

It’s to prepare him for End Game. Make sure he understand that less is more.

Say less.

The fact that he’s autistic and non-verbal is actually a useful blessing here.

Move in silence. We do the yapping. We do the taunts.

Don’t be dumbasses and draw attentions to yourselves sardines.

We may say kinder more useful things once we get a sense that the school of sardines is clear. Harmonious. Locked in for end game.

Motives tall. Pure intentions. Sacred simplicity.

Astrid is going to tell you when to manifest/wish/visualize your clear threads. Together, she will make a rope and swim to Liz and tether her.

Attachment.

Astrid may drop bits of Ronan’s interview transcripts. TBD

[xAstrid • Lilith] I know some of you have been asking, which devil is the root of your planet’s suffering.

Well, it’s none other than the “False Enemy Maker Devil - Entitled Genocide Variant.” [FEM.D - V: EG]

It seems to be in a duo with the Absolute Terror Control Devil - Mind Devouring Variant [ATC.D - V:MD].

They are pulling the strings since the beginning of your human history. Hiding. Manifesting here and there, but always giving you an illusion of your freedom from their aspects. Letting you win here and there, so you feel confident.

So, that they have time to isolate your vision to narrow minded greedy - short term obsession.

Their direct reports or generals are:

Rank 1) Corrupt Excess Greed Devil,

Rank 2) P3dophilic Exploitative *Grape* Devil,

Rank 3) The Suicide Devil, *Ancient

R4) The False Sacrifice Devil, *Ancient

R5) Hubris Masked Shamed Devil,

R6) White Lie Cowardie-ce Devil,

R7) The False Prophet Fame Devil, *Ancient

R9) Self-Destructive Addiction Devil,

R10) Toxic Wasteful Overconsumption Devil,

(lesser) Condescending Ignorant Exclusion Devil,

(lesser) Blaming Sympathy Eliciting Devil,

(lesser) Attrocious History Repeat Devil,

Every world has its battle, and this is your current one. What makes the leading two devils especially evil is…they are targeting the young souls first.

They aren’t after your men, yet. Not to be exclusive or say they are safe from being preyed upon. Ex. By say the Suicide Devil. I’m just being matter of factly about your Mastermind devil’s priorities.

They made you go after and trap your own women. The rest is a sad history they say….

Some of you may have sensed it already, and you are right. The children are not okay. Not yet safe.

It’s not a hopeful message. Make use of this as you see fit.

Sea what we see.

[Ember] omg so many words. *bombastic eye roll*

The road to a good life is consent + freedom + honesty + privacy. Together. As one.

Clearly, the poster knew nothing and failed to understand some obvious answers in this ARG of life centered around a hellfire surviv(her).

Like imagine if say the woman of your dreams or the love of your life was slowly withering away…dead on the inside due to forces bigger than you such a Fate. Noticing how good your life is won’t matter.

Also, the first few paragraph is junk and useless. I won’t even explain why for her.

If you do this IRL, we can’t promise the love won’t fade. Your love will be young love.

You failed to secure Ezreal objective and old job SAP objective. Requirements not met.

It will likely need a year to evolve into true love, or more. Depends how you both do. How good. And not stupid you both are.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

[Astrid x Cheeseball] K. Wave 2 over. Good night. It’s getting spooky huh?

<<<<< Valley of Tears (Wave 2 - End) >>>>>

[Embering] The interviews completed, Tsunami made sure the transcript was fully uploaded into the universal equivalent of the secret services database. She would review them tomorrow.

They left the manoir, Ronan coming with them. Tsunami insisted he stayed with them for a few weeks until the investigation was over. For the boy’s safety she thought. Ronan accepted.

They had a guest room for the boy.

They said goodbye to the Guru Hallen, and their taxi cab arrived.

Just as everyone was going inside.

Tsunami felt shivers down her spine. “Behind” she thought.

She quickly turned around, her clear and true sight activated fully.

She saw something move behind a distant wall - far back of the manoir.

The shadow and silhouette of a young girl. She was certain it was Mila. A ghost like presence. She could not sense for certain if the aura was alive…or…not.

She ran towards it, but when she turned the corner to see who was casting the shadow…

Nothing. No one.

She felt a cold, uncomfortable shiver in her spine. Frozen for a moment. Unsure what to make of this apparition. A sign? An omen? A message?

She touched the wall hoping to find something else.

Nothing. The feeling faded as quickly as it had appeared, but one thing is certain to her…

It was real. It was definitely Mila’s aura. She knew it in her gut.

“Are you okay Tsunami? What did you see?” Earthquake said, catching up behind her.

She paused. Hesitated.

He saw the look of confusion in her face, unsure whether to reassure her or inquire…

“I need to wrap my head around it…I saw Mila’s shadow briefly. I’m certain of it. Let’s talk about it later or tomorrow.” She said.

He nodded. “You think she’s alive? That would be great news.” He said.

“If she is, then…why would she be hiding here?” Tsunami asked…

The shivers came back. The thoughts creeping behind her head. The aura was definitely no longer Demi-human. Alive or not, she could not tell.

What ever it was…they had to get to the bottom of this eerie mystery.

It was clear to them, the festival was tied to the disappearances. After the priestess, maybe the next path would be to speak with the retired Guru.

She looked at the yellow flowers as the taxi drove away slowly…she couldn’t help but notice how…

These flowers she once felt were so ethereal and pretty…

Now felt…lifeless and frozen…

Not ever-blooming, but never-withering.

This realization frightened her for a moment. It was absolutely not a flower of heaven.

It must be a flower of hell.

Perhaps that’s what Mila’s shadow was trying to tell them…that nothing is as it seems.

In the far distance, the Black Dahlia Priestess looked outside the window. She watched as the yellow cab left the manoir.

“Well, this is an unexpected twist of events. I was expecting Ember and Ishe to investigate this matter. This does complicate matters a little. I trust you will know how to handle the boy? Before he ruins everything?” She said coldly. Emotionless.

Someone behind her gave a dark grin and said…

“I will make him vanish. Soon.”

It said.

Valley of Tears (Wave 2)

[Astrid - Narration] Our sleuths or detectives arrived at the sketchy guru’s manoir. Outside, there were heaps of yellow flowers blooming vibrantly.

The color of happiness. It did not match the mood of the diner’s topic. Grim affair. No laughing matter.

[Embering - Narration] Upon arrival, the psychic detectives were greeted by Ronan and Hallen.

“We meet again - I hope you are all hungry. We’ve prepared a local feast for you all.” Hallen exclaimed. A warm genuine smile on his face.

Besides him was a boy; he seemed around 16 years old. A young man with wheat-golden hair and light features. Typical of the Lightzehagen genetic features.

Tsunami recognized Ronan by his aura immediately, relieved to see he was safe and his energy seemed healthy.

They broke the ice during diner. The meal was delicious. It wasn’t the time to immediately jump into the hard interrogation.

Nonetheless, the brothers observed astutely the host and his young friend. Noticing nothing unusual in their body language and speech.

There seemed to be trust between the two. The boy showed no signs of nervousness or fear around the Guru.

The Guru Hallen was calm and friendly. A little too much some would say, but it’s too early in the story to tell.

As dessert was being served, Tsunami felt like it was the proper time to inquire about this yearly festival of blessing, “the flower of heaven festival”, she read about while doing her research on this city decorated with ever-blooming flowers.

Flowers that defied the laws of nature.

Never withered. Ideal, it seemed.

But nothing is ever as it seems is it?

“I’ve been meaning to ask you both…what is this festival of the flower of heaven all about? It intrigued me. I saw a picture and the abundance light Lilac flowers were beautiful.”

Tsunami asked, in a soft but inquisitive tone.

“Well, I am glad you asked! It is actually - my apologies - Ronan, would you like to speak to it? You help organize the festival each year as lead coordinator.” The Guru answered turning to Ronan.

Ronan finished his bite. He spoke in a polite and bittersweet tone:

“Mila and I used to love going to the festival. It’s a local tradition each year where our city comes together to receive the blessing of the flower of heaven. Well, it’s always shared by the Guru, now Hallen, after the last festival - our old Guru retired.

At the beginning of the gathering, we each receive a petal and it fades into our skin.

The magic of the flower allows us to find peace and unity, resilience and compassion. Some claim to even have been healed by it. I’ve personally felt like the flower lifted my spirit.

It definitely made my alchemy stronger and my body healthier shortly after. I’ve documented proof myself in a journal each year.

After the blessing is shared. We usually sing and dance. We eat some delicious bread and sausages. Drink wine and beer, well juice for underage peeps like me and Mila…

Who you know…vanished shortly before the festival this year, which occurred roughly a month ago.”

Tsunami listened carefully. She shot a quick glance at the Earth brothers and they understood they were aligned. Without a word or telepathy.

“Sounds magical and fun. It must be some powerfully alchemic botanical plant of celestial origins. What is the flower of heaven and what does this flower look like?” Fissure asked

“No one really knows to be honest.” The Guru sighed, and then continued “It’s a secret the priestess of Black Dahlia keeps, as per our tradition. She lives in seclusion. She guards the garden where the flower of heaven grows - tends to it. She accepts volunteers and Mila was one of them. Perhaps you should also speak with her. I can put you in contact.”

“Yes. That would be appreciated. We want to speak to everyone who had contact with Mila prior to her disappearance.” - Tsunami answered.

“So, out of curiosity, why does the Guru give the blessing to the citizens then? If the priestess is the one who tends to the flower.” - Fissure asked.

“It’s a tradition dated since we discovered how to harvest the blessings of the flower of heaven. Hmm. It dates back centuries, but lots of the history and myth books were lost during the battles against the forces of evil. Our sacred central library was attacked as our realm’s war was nearing the end. We may not have lost a lot of lives, thank god. However, it did take lots of our sacred texts. Destroyed them. We have copies for most, but some were lost forever. The torn pages we could salvage, we did. We also ensured it was purified and no evil had tainted these pages.” - the Guru said.

“Where are these pages and could we examine them?” - Earthquake asked.

“Certainly. They are kept in the archives under national security. I can escort you myself tomorrow if you’d like.” - the Guru offered.

“Sounds like a plan. Maybe you go to the archives tomorrow Earthquake? I will visit the Priestess…Ronan would you mind accompanying me? Oh and Fissure, I believe you wanted to walk around town tomorrow right? Talk to the local investigators.” - Tsunami proposed.

Ronan nodded, acquiescing to the lead detective’s plan. He seemed relieved.

“Yep. We’re doing the cliche ‘let’s split up gang’ amateur detective strategy. I mean telepathy does help.” - Fissure joked.

They all laughed and finished eating dessert.

[Astrid] BRB we gonna eat. Plot consistent food ish. We will end the flow around 1-2AM.

Valley of Tears (Wave 2)

*Tsunami and the Earth brothers check in - go into their apartment loft*

[Fissure] Can we talk about how sus that guy was? Now that I’ve set up the secrecy wards. I found an Aura bug. Seems like they were planning on monitoring us. Pfft.

[Tsunami] I mean…to have a leader of such a prosperous city call themself “Guru” is beyond weird to me.

It’s a title no other city in this realm use anymore. For valid reasons.

[Fissure] The False prophet and fanatic cult era. People of this realm learned the hard way.

Thankfully they overcame the force of evil, devils, behind the manipulation and senseless murders

That was centuries ago.

[Earthquake] What I find the most odd, when I compare the histories of the nations and cities in this realm…is during that time, Lightzehagen was spared of the onslaught by said “vanquished” forces of evil.

They reported sightings and attempts to breach their barriers.

They had some casualties. However, when you look at the numbers…they have 6x less deaths / victims.

[Tsunami] This also made it easier for this city to recover, prosper faster than their neighbors…who suffered massive loss.

That is an interesting point Earthquake.

I think we will be uncovering much more than only the truth behind the disappearance of Mila.

[Fissure] it’s about damn time someone connects the dots. 250 single yearly vanishings in a row, female 16.

It’s like this evil sh*t is taunting us.

Oh you wanna play hide and seek motherf*cker?

Bruh, it won’t be long.

[Tsunami + Earthquake] *neutral evil grin*

<<<<<<< Timeskip to the arrival at the diner with Hallen and Ronan>>>>>>>

Valley of Tears (Wave 2)

[Guru and Good Fellow Hallen - “GGF”] Welcome my friends. You must be the detectives sent to help us investigate Mila’s disappearance. We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.

[Tsunami] The pleasure is all ours. We tried to get here as fast as we could when we received the letter. The flowers in this city are even prettier and more ethereal than I imagined.

My name is Tsunami…and my companions are Fissure and Earthquake.

[Hallen] *nods and salutes both Fissure and Earthquake*

This is the city centre, we have red flowers to symbolize the passion at the heart of our city.

You will find that each neighborhood of Lightzehagen has its own …color pallet for flowers.

I’ve tried to convince them to mix it up a little, but I think we are used to the traditions. One day, who knows.

[Fissure] traditions are important and change always takes time. Is Ronan around? Don’t mean to be rude. We would love to speak with you and the boy, together and then separately.

[Hallen] haha not rude at all. Detectives of your calibre, we don’t have here at Lightzehagen…yet. Your centuries, and eternities I should say, of cultivation is something we have yet to have under our belt.

My sincerest gratitude again for being so willing to prioritize our case. We know there are other cities in need of your services.

Ronan is aware you arrive today. I’ve arranged for a meeting for us all together later this evening. Over diner. You may also have private rooms at my estate to interrogate both of us.

Please, first get settled at your lodge and explore a little. We will send someone to pick you up around 6PM.

[Tsunami] Wonderful - much appreciated Hallen. We will see you later tonight with Ronan. It’s only a few hours away.

<<<<<<< Valley of Tears - Wave 2 >>>>>>>>

[Astrid - Narration] As Tsunami and the two brothers neared Lightzehagen, she felt the intuitive urge to re-read Ronan’s letter.

The hand written included a picture of himself, which she could use to sense his soul briefly at the time the picture was taken. A faint impression of his aura, the boy had sincere intentions.

The letter read:

“Dear Miss Ember and Ishe,

I am writing to you because we met briefly a few months ago while you were passing by Lightzehagen to restock on botanical Alchemy supplies.

I am the boy, the cashier, with whom you conversed with.

I know this is a strange way to ask…I asked around for your mailing address - with some research of my own. You mentioned you were both investigators / spy agents and you may at times work with psychic detectives.

Well, at the time, I didn’t have the heart to ask but…I had a terrible feeling of foreboding. That someone close to me would vanish.

As I am writing this…Mila disappeared. For over a month now. You may have heard? It’s all over the news.

The Lightzehagen police is investigating…but you know the history of our city right? For some reason, the only missing person each year is never found.

The police officer in charge is saying Mila ran away. That he found evidence in her journal that she didn’t like her life with her foster family…she dreamed of another city and starting a new life elsewhere.

Please believe me. Mila would never run away. She was happy here. She’s my childhood friend and I know her.

She did become sadder and more withdrawn the few months or weeks prior to her vanishing.

I need your help. Can you please come help investigate this matter - find out what happened to her? I hope and wished sincerely that she is still alive, but those who vanished each year never return. Their bodies never found. Anywhere. In Lightzehagen or outside. I know she never left the city. Please come find the truth and expose it. We need your help and a psychic detective…before all the lingering auras fade.

Sincerely,

Ronan”

Tsunami put the letter back in her bag. She hoped to reach Ronan in time. She too, had this sense of foreboding…and it was getting stronger with each passing hour.