The Codex That Remembers You - Mundis Obscura - Miriam Dey: The Linguist’s Containment
(Recovered fragment — Mundis Obscura origin)
Source: Extracted from IDMF Evidence Locker 553-A, Queens, NY (2019).
File Type: Auto-generated .pdf (corruption confirmed).
Integrity: 39% (unstable).
Warning: Reading in sequence may alter memory consistency.
I. Opening Invocation — The First Memory That Remembers You
They say there is no such thing as a first memory. That every beginning hides a removal. That each story is written over the corpse of another erased. I didn’t believe them— until the Codex found me.
It didn’t arrive in the mail. It came as sound—static, like breath inside the ear. I thought it was tinnitus. I thought it was fatigue. But then my apartment shifted— not in matter, but in memory. Family photos held faces I never knew. Saved clippings referenced events that had never occurred. And in dreams, a glyph pulsed— a wound pretending to be language. When I woke, it kept humming inside my skull.
II. What the Codex Maledictus Is
The Codex Maledictus is not a book. It is a fracture in meaning. A recursive wound where reality stops making sense.
Recovered exhibit: thrift-store Bible (Queens, NY, 2019). Pages bleed through text not present in original print. Red residue confirmed — not blood, but memory matter. Analysts report words rearranging when not observed.
It shows up in media we trust: corrupted hard drives regenerating erased files, thrift-store Bibles filled with impossible notes, graffiti that edits itself when no one is watching, radio static whispering names of the dead, Tumblr posts that vanish after you read them, YouTube and TikTok videos that autoplay once, then become silence, X and Threads accounts that post the same phrase across thousands of feeds even after deletion, Instagram reels where captions change each time you scroll back. It isn’t alive, but it spreads like an organism. Adapting. Persisting. Seeking. Its oldest trace surfaced in a convent fire — pages that bled through ash. Later, in 1996, fragments on Usenet collapsed whole forums into blank space. The Codex does not record history. It records removals.
III. How It Spreads
It travels as: Hymns rewritten each time they’re sung. A bootleg track called The Plague Priest’s Liturgy — listeners forget entire weeks.
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/3: Bootleg cassette labeled “Plague Priest’s Liturgy.” Found in abandoned Queens basement, 2019. Playback results: partial amnesia, analysts missing time logs. Graffiti at site matched no known handwriting — marks shifted over 72 hrs.
Sigils that scar every surface they touch. Websites that load once, display a single line, then vanish forever — though the words remain burned in your head. Social feeds where posts aren’t the same twice: a TikTok you can’t re-find, a Tumblr entry shorter than you remember, an Instagram caption no one else recalls. It doesn’t just spread by contact. It generates itself inside your memory.
IV. Infection
At first, it’s small. Forgetting a birthday. Calling your mom by the wrong name. Your front door the wrong color in memory. Then it deepens. Your reflection mouths words you never said. You recognize strangers as lifelong friends. Dates on calendars no longer line up. Finally: collapse. Your name won’t stay the same. Legal papers contradict each other. Your recorded voice doesn’t sound like you.
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/4b: Mirror shard anomaly, subject profile partially overwritten. Embedded glyphic text appeared across fracture lines; not present on physical shard during evidence collection. Analyst note: name on subject’s ID did not match any prior record.
The end isn’t death. It’s overwrite. Every version of you erased until nothing remains.
V. Those Who Speak
The Codex doesn’t need followers. It just uses people. Sleepers → People whose dreams aren’t their own. They talk in their sleep, but the words change every time you replay the recording. Loopers → People stuck in endless speech loops. At first it’s nonsense, but then you realize they’re describing you in that exact moment. Witnesses → People who can only talk about what’s missing —
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/5: Civilian preacher, Lower Manhattan. Witness testimony confirms subject spoke in a loop for 4 hrs, describing passersby in exact real-time detail. Audio log shows words shifted on each replay. Crowd exhibited mass short-term amnesia following dispersal.
birthdays, names, whole people. The more they talk, the more everyone forgets. Some rant on street corners. Others sit in offices. All of them spread it.
VI. Fragments of Doctrine
Recovered lines from corrupted media: We are the wound that remembers you. We are the error you cannot debug. We are the hymn that rots the throat. Repeat and be unmade.
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/6: Fragment cluster recovered from evidence locker. Pages observed shifting under candlelight, reordering phrases with each syllable spoken aloud. Wax penetration not consistent with melting pattern. Analysts note bleeding text resembled circulatory maps.
Each time it’s read, it changes. Meaning never stabilizes.
VII. Hidden Theory
The Codex isn’t from “another dimension.” That answer is too cheap. It is memory before language. The echo of existence before names. And it wants that state back.
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/7: Analyst sketch overlay — last known attempt to diagram “pre-linguistic recursion.” Handprint confirmed to be non-matchable. Fractal glyph pattern consistent with 14th-century marginalia and 1996 Usenet collapse logs. Observation note: glyphs continued rearranging after documentation.
Every lost birthday, every corrupted file, every missing name— they’re not accidents. They’re construction. It is building something here.
VIII. Recovery Log — IDMF Case File 553-A
Handling Directive: Read only under red light. If the margins hum, evacuate and salt the chamber. Do not recite aloud. If more than seven syllables stay in memory, report for containment. Recovery Note: “We don’t know if we translated it… or if it translated us. Pages expanded when the lights were off. Two analysts vanished after reporting ‘reflected versions’ of themselves. The last scribe swore the Codex finished writing her before she finished writing it. What we recovered isn’t what we opened. It is closer now.”
Recovered Exhibit 553-A/8: Containment wing breach, Queens facility. Auto-generated PDF pages dislodged from file and suspended mid-air. Analyst shadow recordings show duplication and desync. Red-light directive issued; evacuation incomplete.
[End Transmission — File quarantined, not destroyed]
[System Note: Document attempts re-entry whenever remembered]