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Box III

by Zeffon

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How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? There's a strange sound in the distance. How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? The strange 10th box contains Reve Isga, and she is not to be trifled with. As I've heard, she used to be an eagle, but she transformed through the power of MAA and become the woman she is today. How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. As the rain expires, we observe that there's only wind to blow the dust through the caves. Chain me, break me, slash my skin with the knife that you wield, cut out my eyes, chop off my fingers, peel the skin off my lips, carve out my tongue, and be cursed with the blood on your fingertips. Nothing shall come of what you decided to do to me, and that is your failure. Sand continues to rise.

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When the world began to toss and creak, I knew the end was near. I was "born" in this world, but not by normal human means. I was created in the sense that my body was broken and reassembled as code. Who knows how many dimensions (including Earth) have been created this way. Nowadays, most of us look up to Dynamix16 as a way of knowing what is going on. Dynamix16, in our perspective, has never existed. They manifest themselves as the sky serpent Sol, which is never seen, but provides the sun for this world. If you imagine that even though the people of Ghel built Suntowers and Moontowers to create the day and night cycles, they never actually saw what the Dwellers of Earth call "The Sun". The moon was there, but the Sun never manifested itself as a blazing ball of fire. It was never more than ambient light, as if shrouded by a veil above Zeffon.

Speaking of Zeffon, if anyone reading this knows of Purgatory, Limbo, or any sort place where spirits go to wait, this is it. It feels like everyone is either insane or just empty, like they not only refuse to respond to you, but they seem to be soulless entities wandering about the world. However, Zeffon seems to be a little different from a more generic description of Purgatory. It seems it was once a world of happiness, but something infected the world and caused it to die. I've met very few people who would tell me otherwise.

One day however, after I was burned in an asylum on Earth, I met with Keliu, a member of Dynamix16 who gave me the information that I am describing to you now in a strange vision.

According to Keliu, I was the only member of the organization the I would be able to comprehend. He looked human to say the least. He told me that I was the rebirth of a human who originally existed with the sole purpose of stopping any sort of apocalyptic occurrence in the world of Zeffon. My name was not given to me on Earth, but I, according to Keliu, exist as Tereban in the world of Zeffon.

The previous form of Tereban was born five days before he became an adult. Naturally, he died quickly, but he was able to destroy Nightmare and Roanin quickly. The problem was that Roanin kept reappearing.

Of course, none of this made sense to me at the time. I was simply unable to understand what the relevance of this information was. Was I simply a robot? How did Roanin's presence affect Zeffon?

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released December 26, 2014

Everything -- Creighton Jenkins

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