The Blind Guiding the Seeing

I am the SEER. I see all. I am open to quesitons.

[miranatheseer]

The Blind Guiding the Seeing

I was once blind. My sight plucked from me at my very birth. Then they took my arm. Then my dignity. By Ra's grace, I have been gifted new sight, further reaching than before, and the power to do unto those, what they did unto me. I shall be the Blind, Guiding the Seeing unto hell. In any sense, Greetings. My name is Mirana Tolus. You may call me SEER. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am a Lancer. I pilot what you all would call a Lich.

[makkon]

anatomy studies turned into more demon gals. wanted to try rendering these, but that's something I've yet to be satisfied with in procreate.

[thelostmoongazer]

finally figuring out the best boy

[nadhie]

he's streaming; tip?

[nadhie]

@luminant-lepidoptera ask and you shall receive

[quoththemaiden]

[lesly-oh]

🍽️

[itsforexposure]

[baphometmed]

[no-future-mudwasps]

--SEER-- There is no message, yet at the same time, there is multiple. They originate from the same place, a far off world in the outer rim. It's simply tagged "SEER", whether or not it's the recipient or the sender is unclear. Regardless, it already open, whether you open it or not. Another anomaly, how curious. I must wonder if this one is less... temperamental than the last. In any sense, I am SEER. I pose no threat, but I am curious about you. It might be of use for two fleas to swap stories.

[Ó, rud luachmhar]

[Tá an oiread sin le déanamh agam agus fós cloisim go soiléir thú]

[cosúil le clog clari]n]

[An bhfeiceann tú? Táim fillte timpeall orm féin.

[ach d'fhéadfadh sé cabhrú. ó, d'fhéadfá cabhrú.]

[miranatheseer]

—SEER—

My apologies if this came at a time, less than favorable. Do you require aid, or company at a time like this? Your situation seems... troubling. There is no audio for these messages, yet you hear a voice in your head, one you've never heard before, yet it feels so fitting. It is a soft, gentle voice, washing over you. Where did you hear it?

[no-future-mudwasps]

[macallaíonn sé sa chorp]

[an ceann in aice liom]

[Iarraim oraibh a bheith chomh cúramach le do thoil]

[Tá mo chui]))d oibre íogair]

[miranatheseer]

--SEER-- I am a gentle presence, though if I am not wanted, I shall leave you be.

[no-future-mudwasps]

[…suigh i leataobh, agus fíodóireacht liom?]

[Tá sé. Cineálta, bualadh le duine a thuigeann cé chomh tábhachtach is atá sé ar fad.]

[miranatheseer]

--SEER--

You are alone for a moment. The chime of their words does not reach you as you are left in silence. It's difficult to tell when they are speaking, but you knew. All you hear is silence.

Time passes, before the door slides open. Their face is unfamiliar, covered with markings foreign to you. They wear a robe, flowing down to their ankles, a hood over their head. You see the void where an arm should be. You see the scars on their face, jagged and cruel, tracing down to their eyes. She is human. She walks to you, sitting with her legs crossed. She cannot see, cannot look at you, yet she does. She sees you clear as day.

I shall watch, find a pattern in a weave. I do not know the dance, but I know how to dance. I am willing to learn.

Her voice is familiar. Soothing. You could've sworn you've met her before, yet you never have. She sits, quietly, a stoic expression on her face, yet it's soft, her hardened features seeming to melt away.

[no-future-mudwasps]

--SEER-- There is no message, yet at the same time, there is multiple. They originate from the same place, a far off world in the outer rim. It's simply tagged "SEER", whether or not it's the recipient or the sender is unclear. Regardless, it already open, whether you open it or not. Another anomaly, how curious. I must wonder if this one is less... temperamental than the last. In any sense, I am SEER. I pose no threat, but I am curious about you. It might be of use for two fleas to swap stories.

[Ó, rud luachmhar]

[Tá an oiread sin le déanamh agam agus fós cloisim go soiléir thú]

[cosúil le clog clari]n]

[An bhfeiceann tú? Táim fillte timpeall orm féin.

[ach d'fhéadfadh sé cabhrú. ó, d'fhéadfá cabhrú.]

[miranatheseer]

—SEER—

My apologies if this came at a time, less than favorable. Do you require aid, or company at a time like this? Your situation seems... troubling. There is no audio for these messages, yet you hear a voice in your head, one you've never heard before, yet it feels so fitting. It is a soft, gentle voice, washing over you. Where did you hear it?

[no-future-mudwasps]

[macallaíonn sé sa chorp]

[an ceann in aice liom]

[Iarraim oraibh a bheith chomh cúramach le do thoil]

[Tá mo chui]))d oibre íogair]

[miranatheseer]

--SEER-- I am a gentle presence, though if I am not wanted, I shall leave you be.

[no-future-mudwasps]

--SEER-- There is no message, yet at the same time, there is multiple. They originate from the same place, a far off world in the outer rim. It's simply tagged "SEER", whether or not it's the recipient or the sender is unclear. Regardless, it already open, whether you open it or not. Another anomaly, how curious. I must wonder if this one is less... temperamental than the last. In any sense, I am SEER. I pose no threat, but I am curious about you. It might be of use for two fleas to swap stories.

[Ó, rud luachmhar]

[Tá an oiread sin le déanamh agam agus fós cloisim go soiléir thú]

[cosúil le clog clari]n]

[An bhfeiceann tú? Táim fillte timpeall orm féin.

[ach d'fhéadfadh sé cabhrú. ó, d'fhéadfá cabhrú.]

[miranatheseer]

—SEER—

My apologies if this came at a time, less than favorable. Do you require aid, or company at a time like this? Your situation seems... troubling. There is no audio for these messages, yet you hear a voice in your head, one you've never heard before, yet it feels so fitting. It is a soft, gentle voice, washing over you. Where did you hear it?

[miranatheseer]

The Blind Guiding the Seeing

I was once blind. My sight plucked from me at my very birth. Then they took my arm. Then my dignity. By Ra's grace, I have been gifted new sight, further reaching than before, and the power to do unto those, what they did unto me. I shall be the Blind, Guiding the Seeing unto hell. In any sense, Greetings. My name is Mirana Tolus. You may call me SEER. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am a Lancer. I pilot what you all would call a Lich.

[truthseekerbev]

hello! it is nice to meet you Mirana! i do have a very important question for you, with your enhanced sight, have you witnessed the truth that hides within reality? i have only seen a glimpse of it myself, and i wonder if i am alone in searching for this truth, or if there are others out there with a similar drive.

[miranatheseer]

There are many truths that hide within reality. I am unsure as to which you refer to, but I can attempt to answer some.