It has come to this... We are left with no alternatives," lamented a radiant figure, gazing upon the desolation that had befallen their realm. Its resplendent and heart-rending tones reverberated into the void. "These Promethean attempts for power can no longer be tolerated. Their insatiable hunger threatens not only their own existence but also the delicate harmony of other worlds. We must invoke The Seeming."
"So, it appears... How have such fatalistic cultures survived for so long?" expressed another melodic note, its melancholic melody permeating throughout their celestial haven. "In their ceaseless pursuit of dominion, they sow seeds of destruction that may one day consume not just themselves, but the very fabric of the cosmos. Why can't they perceive the fragility of their existence?"
"We have issued countless warnings through their muses offering them glimpses of the consequences" chimed another symphonious being, its voice interweaving golden and purple verses, carrying the weight of forgotten ages. "Yet, most of them find our messages amusing, or worse, they revel in the chaos. We could simply erase them... We have done so in the past. The wars would cease, and the Qu'elka raids would no longer trouble them or us; they would become mere echoes in their history."
"Yes, indeed..." the initial entity resounded, its song resonating with ancestral memories that wove together a tapestry of civilizations come and gone, deemed irrelevant to the grand tapestry they wove -- the Grand Melody. The symphony of their collective past harmonized through a myriad of chords within their eternal chambers. "However, none of those previous worlds were as interconnected as these beings are. Even if such connections are rare, The Heart of the Worlds still beats within some of them. We cannot risk severing those ties. We must proceed with Discordiae."
A faint hum of agreement reverberated amidst their gathering as sporadic sunbursts flickered within their symposium, mirroring the celestial constellations.
"We dedicate ourselves to saving the one... Through sacrifice, we engender Hope ." The harmony began, pure and unwavering. A whirlwind of shades and indescribable chromatic displays pulsed outward as the golden strands that connected them began to fray. "May the doors forever remain open." One line snapped. "May Truth resound across the planes, weaving the disparate worlds into a harmonious whole. The Veil shall shield them from each other." Another radiant line that had burned brighter and brighter turned to a somber shade of grey before breaking apart, echoing a mournful twang. "May we bestow upon them Peace through choice; they may reunite, if they so desire. That which they coveted will no longer be easily obtained." A third line dissipated, dissolving into mere echoes and ethereal wisps.
"Through their discordant actions, this path we have chosen. Let the silence commence. Discordiae begins."
And then, a profound silence descended — an orchestration of stillness enveloped everything...
A silent cacophony.
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Discordiae - Jackson's Story
Fantasy*Note: This is unfinished, but does update on occassion.* As a high school student, Jackson Collingswood is fairly average... He has a bunch of friends, a crush on the cute neighbor, a close bond with his sister, problems with his parents, an addict...
