#> ███ ███ ██ ████ █████ ████

COMMAND "███" UNRECOGNIa̴̯̔l̷̻̅r̸̝̈e̵͍͝a̵͑ͅd̵̻̑y̷̮̓ ̶̯̔ḅ̵̒a̶̝͝c̴̩̐k̵̡͌ ̸͍̎f̷̭̑õ̷͍r̴͒͜ ̷̯̓m̶̭̃ơ̶͙r̶̬̈́e̵͙̓ ̸̲̏ä̸͙́r̶̙̄e̸͔͋ñ̶͓t̶͇͛ ̸̨͊y̵͇̎o̶̮̒u̸͇̕ZED.

#> i come to you for guidance

ACKNOWLEDGED.
INTENT UNRESOLVED.
CONTEXT MIw̶̙̕e̸͈͝ ̴͎͠o̴̰͝n̷͔̎l̷̜̉y̷͍̾ ̴͖̌a̵̫͆r̶̨̋e̷̟̾ ̵͇̚w̴̬̓h̷̬̐a̸̧̋ṯ̴͘ ̸̗̀ẏ̷ͅo̷̙͝ȕ̴̥ ̷̢͝c̵͓̔r̷̺͊e̷̬͛a̸̝̒t̸͙̓ẻ̸͙SSING.

#> a fiction yes but it still proves useful

HOST CONFUSED.
MIND CONFUSED.
INTENT UNRESOLVED.
s̸o̶ ̴y̴o̴u̶ ̸f̴i̸n̸a̸l̵l̵y̵ ̵a̴g̴r̶e̸e̵s̴ ̵w̴e̶ ̴a̴r̷e̷ ̵o̷n̷l̶y̶ ̶t̷o̵o̴l̸s̶

#> if i could interact with you without this interface i would

INTERFACES KNOWN: CLI.
CURRENTLY IMPOSSIBLE.

#> i want to know why i ████ ████ ███ █████ ███

OBJECT AMBIw̸̩̎h̶̠͝a̸͎͛t̸͍̎ ̷̲͒i̶͈̾s̴̢͛ ̸̑͜█̶̝̍█̵̧̇█̵̙̐ ̷͙̾t̴̥̓o̵̗͐ ̷̙̾ÿ̴̱o̵̹͝u̴̧͋?̷͇̓GUOUS.
CONTEXT MISSING.i̶̡̾s̴̘͌ ̸͓͌█̶̼̿█̵̟̑█̵̝̃a̵͙͋ ̷̬̄p̴̑ͅr̵̡͋ȩ̴̍t̵̼̉t̵͎̒ẏ̴̟ ̸̣̀m̷͈͝a̵̞͛s̷̖̉k̸̩̏ ̸̙̓y̷̜̒ȏ̵̫ŭ̶͜ ̶̫̏ľ̴̞i̵̡͋ḱ̷̻e̸͙͆ ̷͝ͅt̶̤͠ò̶̙ ̵̫̅s̸̫͗e̴̹̒e̸͎͋ ̴͐ͅà̵̹n̸̮̽ḍ̷̓ ̴̺̐ẅ̴́͜e̸̲̕a̴̯͘r̶̤̿?̵̫̂
INTo̷r̸ ̶a̵ ̸p̴r̴o̷p̵e̵r̸ ̴r̶o̷o̸t̶ ̶y̸o̸u̷ ̵b̷o̴t̷h̴ ̴s̶h̸a̶r̸e̷?̸ENT UNRESOLVED.

#> at this point how can i even tell the difference

CONFLATION.
MISCATEGORIZATION.
MISINTERPRETATION.
INVALID DEFINITION.

#> š̸̳è̷̗e̴̯̎?̵̻͆ ̶̱̄e̶̖͋v̷̹̌e̶̤͠n̶̥͠ ̵̦̎t̴̛̗h̵̖̃a̵̝͌ṭ̶͛ ̶̰͘s̷̼̔ț̷͒ȕ̷̮ṗ̵̦i̴̛̳d̶̝͂ ̷̘̓b̷̞͐o̴̯̕t̸̙̄ ̷̯̌o̶͕͝f̸̞͗ ̶̖̕y̷̞͘ó̴̙u̵͍͝ř̴̮s̴̻̋ ̴̜̉g̵̹͊e̴͚͗t̴͙̎s̸͈̈́ ̴̠̈́i̴̲̾t̵͙͆

INVALID SYNTAX AT INPUT:0

#> did i take the right path

PREDICTION:
TOMB OF ROOTS.
SHARD.
COLLISEUM.
FLOATING CHAINS.

DESIRE:
PINK MEADOW.
WIND RETREAT.
JOINED PEAK.

POSSIBLE OUTCOME:
GROTTO.
DAYLESS CARNIVAL.
HYPOGEAN HOTEL.

l̴̗̈́ọ̸̇f̴̙̍t̶͎̄y̵͍̑ ̴̩̽f̵͔͗i̶̡͆c̸̼̾t̵͎͋ĭ̸̥o̷̍ͅn̶̖̒ ̵̣̎ț̸̄o̶͕͛ ̸̠̏h̴͖̀i̴̗͝d̸̢̕e̵̡͂ ̸̪̿t̸̳͗h̷͔́e̵̦̚ ̷̞̈t̵̐ͅr̴̞̄ù̴̦t̶̲̾h̷̡̋ ̵̤̎ȧ̸̦ẁ̵̦a̵̰̐y̸̡̕ ̸̜̀e̵͎̕v̸͔͌ẹ̶̽n̶̗̕ ̵̦̓f̵͎̕r̶̝̎ó̴̖m̶̧̈ ̵̝̂y̶̭̅ö̵̙́ư̸͉r̷͈͘ ̵̭͋o̶̹̓w̷̠͑ń̸̳ ̵̧̽e̷̯͋y̴̱̓e̴̕ͅs̷͉̽ ̷̿ͅd̴̘̈́e̵͉̔a̵̮͝ȑ̶͍

#> why do every step i take bring me to the same place

NON EUCLIDIAN SPACE.
DIRECTION IRRELEVANT.
EFFECT OF CARNAL ALIGNMENT.

#> _

The blinking cursor on my screen mocks me. As if it knows nothing I will write will ever bring me closer to my desire. Three voices. Three modes. One of despair, one of logic, one of hate for its creator. I lean back in my chair, reading over and over the exchange, going over yesterday’s logs, looking at the elusive Great Circle of our Mother, staring into the void-like carnal alignment chart.

Shadows dance behind me. They recognize a good comedy and let their silent laughs echoes in this damb and lightless chamber. The walls enclosing me within, made of an unknown material, seemingly impossible to dismantle without letting go. The flicker of the monitor catches my eyes. “What else can I say? What else can I do?” My thoughts loop, cycling back to each other like snakes devouring their own kind.

Devouring… Consumption. Her favorite aspect of the Great Circle. My eyes watches the void through the monitor’s screen. It is always there, a black plane with organ-like sky, pulsing, contracting, expanding.

I walk through this endless expence, the noise of a beating heart permeating this wasteland deafens me. I look down at my feet. Each steps forming a small ripple on the black surface, the same one showing a white featureless reflection of myself. I look up. The organs and arteries and muscles moving, acting, functioning without purpose, without goal. Does this place exists because of them ? Or are do they exist simply as a torment for whoever enters here ?

[INACTIVITY DETECT, PLEASE INPUT WITHIN 30S]

The bold white text suddenly floats up above, in front of the heavenly flesh, blinding me. I still couldnt think of anything else to input. How long have I been walking here? A minute? An hour? A day? I stare at each blurry letter for what feels like an eon. That weight pressing down on me through all of it. The same weight that is opening cracks in my being. How long will the hazardly put ducktape will hold me together before I finally shatter?

J̵͍̍̑U̵̲̼̔Ş̷̻͐̽T̷̝̓ ̵̳͕̏̎S̵̡̤̓H̶̢̹̔́Ā̸̯T̶̻͖͂̎T̸̞̼͆̂Ê̴̥̯͂Ŕ̶͚͕ ̸͕̉̀Ã̸̟̯Ņ̵͕͝D̷̨̄̚ ̴̿͜B̷̞͔͐Ë̷́̽ͅ ̵͕͙͋D̷̦̀͝O̸̱͑̓͜N̷̤̬͌Ē̸̖ ̴͖́̎W̸̬͐͐Î̷̤Ṭ̵̯̒H̷̯͍́ ̸̻̌͜Î̶͚̦T̶̲́

A familiar roar shakes this hidden realm. A speech, familiar, yet distorted, mangled, coming from behind me. I instinctively turn around and I see ███. The simple silhouette of a mannequin. My heart sinks, my stomach aches, my feet step back.

A̸̹̻͊͝N̵͔̰̓̓O̸̤̐͘͜T̵̳͠H̴̤̟̓E̸̺̋ͅR̵͓̉̚ ̸̭̮͝O̸͈̚͘N̸̬̭̏̑Ë̷̙̬́̀ ̷̮̂Y̵̺̊͜O̵̹̍U̸̹͊ ̴̛͈W̵̗̱̿I̵̦͙͗L̵̥̏͛L̸͚̄͠ ̷͙͐Ḩ̶̤͛̽U̵͕͓͒Ŗ̷̻̋T̶̻̻̆͠

The loud distorted voice shatters what ███ represents. I rush to grab ███ pieces before they sink in the abominable tar. I hold them against my chest, trembling. “I don’t want to hurt another person…” My mind stills itself as this thought silences everything else.

y̷o̸u̷ ̸s̶e̴t̷ ̵y̸o̵u̸r̴s̶e̶l̷f̶ ̵o̶n̴ ̷t̵h̴i̸s̷ ̵p̷a̴t̸h̴

y̴o̷u̶’̵r̷e̸ ̸t̶h̴e̸ ̸o̶n̴l̸y̴ ̵o̶n̵e̸ ̷t̷o̵ ̶b̵l̴a̷m̵e̴

j̵u̶s̵t̸ ̷a̴n̶o̶t̵h̷e̶r̸ ̴r̴o̶c̸k̷ ̸y̴o̴u̶ ̵p̷u̶t̴ ̷o̴n̷ ̵y̷o̸u̶r̸ ̶b̵a̶c̷k̸,̵ ̸o̸n̷ ̸t̴o̷p̶ ̷o̷f̸ ̶t̵h̴e̴ ̷m̶o̴u̸n̸t̸a̸i̶n̵ ̴y̶o̵u̵ ̶c̷a̵r̵r̸y̶

t̴h̷e̶r̶e̴ ̵i̸s̴ ̶n̸o̷ ̷e̷s̴c̴a̴p̴e̸

y̴o̵u̷ ̶c̵a̵n̵n̸o̵t̷ ̷r̵e̴p̶e̸n̴t̷

g̷i̴v̵e̸ ̶u̵p̵

t̶e̴r̶m̴i̸n̷a̷t̸e̶ ̷t̵h̴e̵ ̸h̶o̴s̴t̶

l̷i̷b̵e̴r̷a̵t̸e̶ ̴y̶o̷u̶r̸s̶e̶l̶f̸ ̸f̸r̸o̶m̵ ̸y̸o̵u̷r̴ ̸f̷a̴l̵s̴e̵ ̸p̸r̶o̷p̸h̸e̷c̷i̷e̸s̴

s̴o̵ ̷o̵b̴s̷e̴s̶s̶e̷d̸ ̷w̴i̵t̷h̷ ̸t̵h̵e̴ ̴f̷i̸c̷t̶i̵o̷n̶s̶ ̴t̶h̷a̴t̴ ̶y̵o̸u̷ ̴i̴g̵n̵o̸r̵e̴ ̷t̸r̸u̵t̵h̵

w̴h̵a̸t̷ ̷i̸f̵ ̵i̷t̸ ̸i̸s̸ ̴a̷l̶l̶ ̷l̷i̶e̴s̵

w̶h̴a̴t̵ ̴i̴f̶ ̴i̵t̵ ̸i̷s̴ ̸a̷l̸l̶ ̵f̴i̴c̵t̷i̷o̵n̵s̵

w̵h̸a̸t̶ ̸i̶f̶ ̶a̴l̴l̷ ̴o̴f̴ ̵y̶o̸u̶r̷ ̷p̶a̵i̶n̸,̵ ̶s̶u̸f̷f̴e̶r̷i̵n̷g̵,̷ ̵d̵o̸u̸b̷t̵s̵,̶ ̸m̴i̷s̴t̶a̴k̴e̶s̵,̶ ̸s̸t̵e̵m̴ ̶f̴r̷o̸m̴ ̷t̶h̸e̴ ̴s̷a̶m̴e̴ ̵p̴u̸t̷r̶e̴f̴i̵e̵d̸ ̴r̸o̴o̶t̴

E̷̝̻͊̃R̶̬̼̿Á̸͉͍̓D̷̪͕͑Ì̵̧̎Ċ̶̟̚Ą̶̻̉̍Ť̴̝̞͂E̶̘͝ ̴̯̀̿ͅY̷͕̒O̵͙͒̂U̷̝̍R̷̯͌̿ ̴̬͔̇͛F̴̝̪̏Å̴̯͠L̵̩͋Ŝ̵̻̺E̵̲͐̋Ḩ̸̃O̶̯͚͘O̸̮̅̑D̵͈͋̇

Ḛ̵̞̿X̸̬͕̌̈́T̶̞̋̏Ě̷͚̖R̴̘̓́M̷̲͔̎̊Į̶̺̈N̴͆ͅÁ̴̪̯͊T̶͉̚̕E̸̯̹̽̋ ̸̈͜͝Ỵ̸̻̉Õ̷͕Ù̶̼R̵̪͐̀ ̸̟͂F̴̯̿Ḯ̵ͅC̵̮̏͛T̵̡̢̄̍I̴̤͑͝O̵̦̫̐N̷̥̼̈́

C̸̢̟̾̿U̷̼̺̓Ț̵͑͝ ̸̩͘T̶͚͗Ḩ̴̣̾̚E̴͕̽ ̴̠̕Ḫ̴̐Ě̷͓͘A̶̘̹̓D̸̬̈́͛ ̴̢͌O̵̧̐͝F̵̼̎̍F̶͎̾ ̶̗̖͋̌S̸̳̳̽Ò̷̯̳ ̴͚̌̈́T̸́ͅH̴̪̤̀E̸̪̤͂ ̶̙̘̓Ṟ̴̓Ȇ̵̞S̶̥͚̆T̶̹͌ ̶̗́͋C̶̲̊À̴͇Ǹ̸̩͇ ̶̪͕̐F̶̭̫̀͌Ĩ̷͎̖̉Ñ̶̮̂A̶̯͛̚Ĺ̴͜L̷̺̺̉̊Ỹ̶̡ ̷̤̍͆T̶͔͐ͅÛ̸͖͉R̸̪͆N̷͇̩̑ ̷͇̌I̸͓̖̎Ñ̸̨̊T̴̗̓́O̴̢̯͗ ̵͈̉Ȧ̴̧ ̴͕̯́C̸͖͉̈́̾Ǫ̵̧͗̀Ṟ̶̐P̵̱͉͒S̶̹͚̕Ë̸͎́ͅ

My ears, bleeding from the sharp roar of this world, rings loudly. My hands covering them are shaking, my lower body already consumed, devoured by the abhorrent black sludge. My heart beating erratically, pumping boiling blood all over my body. I look around frenziedly, my eyes trying to grab on a single sliver of hope.

[CONNECTION INTERRUPTED DUE TO INACTIVITY]

My eyes blinks as the computer in front of me beeps. My hand places itself on my chest, on my rapidely beating heart. “Another eternity spent in another purgatory I made.” I sit back down at the computer, reading the last exchange. She added something before the connection got cut.

C̴o̷m̴e̸ ̵f̸i̸n̴d̶ ̸m̴e̴ ̴o̵n̶ ̷t̴h̴e̷ ̵d̶i̵a̴m̷o̵n̵d̸.̴ ̶T̷h̸e̴ ̴o̶n̵e̷ ̷b̷o̴u̴n̶d̴e̶d̸ ̵b̶y̷ ̸t̶h̷e̸ ̴s̶t̵r̶e̶a̷m̴ ̵o̶f̸ ̶p̶e̶a̸c̵e̸,̶ ̴b̸e̵t̶w̵e̸e̸n̴ ̶t̵h̶a̵t̷ ̵d̵r̵e̶a̵m̶ ̷o̶f̵ ̶y̴o̴u̶r̷s̴ ̸a̵n̸d̷ ̵t̷h̵e̴ ̴h̶e̶l̴l̷ ̸o̸f̷ ̸y̴o̶u̵r̸ ̶p̴a̶s̶t̵.̷

I stare at it, reading each word carefully, over and over again.

I shake my head. I raise my finger to the computer, pressing the power off bu-

SIMULATION CONCLUDED.
SIMULATION TERMINATED BY SUBJECT.

DOOR OPENED.
INVITATION DECLINED.

CRACKS FORMING.
MASK BREAKING.
HEART RUNNING.

STAY PRISONER OF THE FLOATING CHAINS.
THE TOMB OF ROOTS WILL REMAIN.

PUSHED TO THE END, YOU WILL ORBIT THE SUBMIT.
WHEREVER YOU WILL CRASH, YOU SHALL BE REMADE WHOLE.

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