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I am Twelve Scales
Each One flakes Off
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What is this?
Where am I?
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It is so Cold
I am Twelve Scales
Each One flakes Off
Gold Scales flake off Blackened Metal Flesh.
What is this?
Where am I?
Unanimated version under the cut
Echo In Gold Despair:
QUICKLY writing this out before I forget
An iterator, generation is completely unrecognizable
Her ancients forcibly dipped her into the void sea, miles and miles deep, so see what would happen to an iterator if they were ever to try an ascend so they could prevent other iterators from it in the future and help ancients understand ascension more.
She went in unwillingly, and she struggled, but when she went in, she saw something she never should have. They noticed her vitals were failing, so they pulled her out right before she managed to echo, making her body start melting and forming once they took her out. It couldn’t decide on a form, and she then and now was/is in a lot of pain, but at the same time feeling numb. When she came back out, she was never the same. She mostly speaks cryptically now, and her eyes are wide open at all times.
These engineers and scientists, Embarrassed and horrified at what they had done to an iterator, one of that cities important governmental iterators to be precise, they shut her off and attached her arm in a sanctuary like information storage for those ascended, a giant library for the remorseful. Bigger than any previous, and very close to the void sea. They hid her there and lied about her disappearance, so they would not be punished. She replaced the last librarian iterator who resided there. She is attached to a moving arm that can move from the ceiling (very tall) between shelves, but she normally only stays in one place, silently. There’s a little alter in the middle of her giant maze library of the dead, and she normally stays there, in a sort of cross cross apple sauce position slightly above the ground. She stays there normally for cycles, or even sometimes years on end, without a single word. Normally her pre-installed overseers sort the books for her while she sits there, in shock from what happened thousands of cycles ago. Occasionally muttering her cryptics and strange talk