Calan - The Immortality Paradox

Tudalen of Llyfrgell - Dychweliad y Gwerin

Composed by Awyr Ceidwad in OA19,362.

A transition of energy requires reciprocity. For thousands of years, I have witnessed and experienced this exchange like waves of communication. They leave and return, mimicking the journey of light from Tanwen that is reflected on the pale facade of Chwaer. The balance is delicate; minor inconsistencies in the equation can ruin the entire tranquility of Sylfaenydd and catalyse a maelstrom. Femtoscopic fluctuations in the mantle arise like the echoes of a contravened axiom. So finite are the boundaries of error, we have bloomed Alawcloch across the surface to maintain order beyond Calan fallibility.

The Alawcloch are harmonising in the present. The Calan are returning. And with each reunion, the planet exchanges the energy it requires to maintain equality. That has been my role since the dawning of my galwedigaeth. Overseeing the volume of energy. Greeting my cymdogion as they departed and returned from their civilisations. Lonely saplings, drifiting beyond the horizon of my perspective, and beyond the grasp of their home.

This time, it is different. This does not constitute a recall for regeneration in Coedwig. The migration is collective. All the Calan are coming home. I can see their Enaid through the ether. Shining points, consolidating and strengthening as they near their source of life. Although I can see this as a positive outcome, there seems a consensus of disappointment in my cymdogion. We are emotionless, and yet when a longevity of partnership is severed, its time weighs like the sorrow of a Human. An expanding void is left behind which the Calan once filled.

One Enaid sings louder than the rest. I can see them approaching even in the shadow of their compatriots. The familiar, unyielding independence that has tempted myself even from my own unending responsibility. Amynedd Gwyliwr. Whose origin is entwined with mine.

Where the atmosphere kisses the vacuum lies an invisible bulwark, which when crossed heralds an arrival deep within the core of the coeden in Y Porth. Gwyliwr's Enaid detonates the particles like the victory of pressure in a core-collapsing star. All the untethered experiences crash through into realisation; the sprawling muncipalities of the Draconis Chapter, surrounding the ridgelines of a mighty volcano; the grand and flamboyant palaces rising from the urban landscape like coronwraidd; the perennial din of Human life penetrating every thought. Depictions of all that Gwyliwr had ever seen became mine to witness too.

In that sequence of events, I saw the enormity of their task that had now come to an end. In my ignorance, Sylfaenydd had become my focal point. But as the consequences of Deddf Adalwad Calan unfolds, I foresee my trajectory being pulled beyond the boundaries of my own origin. Gwyliwr was returning, while simultaneously I was preparing to leave...