#neomythology

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[cyberpunkonline]

⧉ TRANSMISSION // EC-235 [LIVE FEED INTERCEPTED]

signal origin: unknown auth level: mythic verdict: real

The old web never died — it just fell asleep and started dreaming in code.

Somewhere between a dead forum post and a faerie prayer, The Endless Chronicles has been running… quietly, endlessly. It’s not a fandom. It’s a memory leak in the collective mythos — a place where the timelines broke and no one ever cleaned up the mess.

Every story’s a trod. Every glitch a gate. You’ll find the wars, the queens, the soldiers who never logged out. They built cities on data ghosts and called it peace. Now it’s humming again.

⏚ Enter the Endless. https://endless-chronicles.com/

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[tmarshconnors]

Crusader of Broken Dreams.

In a city where truth had been drowned by neon lies and freedoms traded for illusions of comfort, there rose one last sentinel.

Clad in worn leather and faith — stitched not by fashion, but by conviction — he stood atop the crumbled altar of commerce and creativity, the fallen Apple Cathedral.

In one hand: the battered, blazing Constitution — words older than the buildings around him, yet burning brighter than any neon flicker.

In the other: a massive iron key, the ancient symbol of liberty, knowledge, and rebellion against tyranny.

Above him, the sky was torn apart by an impossible war: ancient beasts clawing at mechanical vultures, British and American flags tattered but proud in the chaos.

Beneath him, the streets seethed with hackers, wanderers, and watchers — the lost generation charting their revolution with maps stolen from invisible empires.

On the buildings, the faces of those who fought for something real — Reagan, 

Churchill, Robespierre — stared down like silent gods judging the fallen world.

And there, hiding behind the chaos, were the artists, the dreamers — clutching history in their arms, capturing memory through cracked lenses, fighting to preserve a soul that the world had long tried to sell.

He did not ask permission.

He did not beg for understanding.

He simply stood.

The last free man.

The living banner of Truth, Faith, and Freedom, against a night that thought it had already won.

[seidkonaz]

NEOMYTHOLOGY !!!

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arcticmonkeyed replied to your post: tALK TO ME ABOUT ORPHEUS TURNER IMMEDI...

shelby do you think orpheus turner would realize he’s actually orpheus? would eurydice? who else is in this neomyth i wnat to know everything

ffffuck yes okay so 

if we're going by the way i theorize it (all myths are reborn and repeat in a cycle), the answer to whether or not myths know that they're myths is a definite "sort of, but not really, but kinda" - myths, when they're happening, living their lives, more often than not, are not aware of the fact they're myths. they're just doing their thing. (though with some of the douchier figures, you have to wonder if they were thinking "heck yea this tale is gonna be orally passed from generation to generation...heck yea" sometimes). orpheus went on a few adventures, but most of the time he was just doing what he had a passion for, what he loved; he was fucking good at it and was famous for it, but it all started from a god who may or may have been his father giving him a lyre. he didn't expect the whole myth thing to happen. neither did eurydice - it was all just a bunch of circumstances (in her case, often very bad circumstances) that led up to a story worth telling. she didn't plan to fall in love with that man, she didn't plan to die on her wedding day, she didn't plan to be rescued (or, rather, not rescued). 

so, they didn't realize they were myths the first time around, and since it's a cycle, they're probably not going to think they are again. however, since it's been a very long time and myths hold a sort of magic to them, there's bound to be fragments. it's easy to see when these fragments are making themselves known (i.e. when alex turner is on stage and looking dazed, like something more than himself is taking over, or when alexa has that certain smile in photos that looks magical, knowing, not quite human). it's probably not a conscious thing, though, more based on feelings and dreams and shit

the cast of the orpheus myths (that i know so far) are: the argonauts (i'd say these guys would be miscellaneous friends of alex, including the monkeys), calais (one of the argonauts that orpheus was allegedly very, very smitten with - see: miles kane), eurydice (the love of orpheus' life, alexa chung in my interpretation) -- and some others, who don't have definitive real-life counterparts yet, i'm taking a lot of artistic liberties with them in my narrative that's sort of based on this, but they are hades and persephone (hades: ??? but i see persephone as ldr), apollo (possibly orpheus' father, i interpret it that way, i honestly don't have a rl counterpart for him), calliope (orpheus' mother - another someone i don't have a rl counterpart for yet), and oeagrus (also a possible father of orpheus, a king, also don't have a counterpart for him). orpheus also has a shit ton of siblings but the one people pay most attention to is linus (who i sometimes imagine as matt helders but honestly who knows)