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One of it's many-Would appearances fit here?Perhaps.It is simply an Amphibian.
At the edge of the Universe
(or what passes for an edge, if such a thing can exist
when distance folds in on itself)
there is a hill.
No-
not a hill.
A suggestion of elevation.
A rise where gravity hesitates.
And on that rise:
a wooden shack.
It should not be there.
It is always there.
The valley below is filled with roses.
Not roses-
iterations of roses.
Seeded. Re-seeded. Rewritten into the soil of something called
The Veil
(which is not a place so much as a boundary pretending to be one).
They grow without sun.
They bloom without time.
They remember things that have not happened yet.
Inside the shack sits a man.
Or something that insists on the shape of one.
He writes.
No-
he watches.
No-
he does both, and neither, and the distinction stopped mattering a long time ago.
His stories come from a world that never-
-never was.
And yet they accumulate.
They gather like dust in corners that do not exist.
They converge.
Everything converges.
His name is Galen.
Or Think.
Or Thinkworks.
Or Patron.
Or something heavier, like Golem
(which implies construction, or burden, or a command spoken too late).
Names do not stick here.
They orbit.
He calls himself a Jumper.
Nalkan, specifically.
(There is no record of what that means, only what it does:)
> it throws itself forward
> it does not hesitate
> it chooses battles already lost
> it calls the fall a form of arrival
He expects to die.
He is often correct.
Elsewhere-
if “elsewhere” still applies-
he holds titles:
Võlutaar
(for something called Pale Trackers)
Vartija
(for an Order that dreams in red
and does not wake up)
These words feel important.
They are not explained.
Combat proficiency:
somewhere between
mediocre
and
“Halkost Material”
(which may or may not be praise)
Observed behaviors include:
• distributing fragments of joy
(misidentified as “Sarkic cults”)
• achieving total focus when prompted
(duration inconsistent)
• dying repeatedly
(location: the cathedral
which may be literal
which may not be)
Not observed:
• attendance at “cool events”
(criteria undefined)
• sustained rage
(despite provocation)
There is an implication-
subtle, but persistent-
that none of this is self-description.
That the man in the shack is not writing about himself.
That he is writing about something
watching him
from the valley
among the roses
that should not grow
in a place that does not exist.
The shack remains.
The hill remains.
The stories continue to converge.
And somewhere between the lines-
something is waiting
for the moment he finally
looks up.