Clock Tower records: experiment #23965
Project title: DEEP DARK
Experimentation goal: creation of alien concepts
Hypothesis: "By creating an aberration so far removed from Ayala's or Gaia's purviews that it would be described as 'alien', we hope to 'corrupt' Gaia's system and access the root through the backdoor created by the corruption." - Excerpt from the logs of Wesker Rinecoft, head of the department of spatial manipulation 1679-1707.
Experiment start: August 20th, 1690
Experiment end: August 20th, 1890
Status: completed
End result: Failure
Total funding lost: 94,045,432 pounds (accounting for inflation from the start of the experiment in comparison to the currency standard of [1989].)
Main objective: access the root: failure
Side objective: create an aberration that could corrupt a path to the root: success
Side objective: creation of concepts: partial success
Side objective: removal of concepts: partial success
Further experimentation on this subject is banned by the mages association. Anyone caught attempting to replicate this experiment will be given a sealing designation, stripped of their research and magical crest, and summarily executed.
The following is a partial excerpt from a conversation recorded by a familiar between the head of the department of spatial manipulation Karen Von Schwartz and [redacted] on October 5th, 1951.
Karen: The Deep Dark project? Why do you wish to know about that?
[redacted]: (this part has been covered in black ink)
Karen: ah, I see... I suppose it would help with your research, wouldn't it? I suppose I could tell you about it. What do you wish to know?
[redacted]: Wow. I thought that would be harder. Can you start from the beginning?
Karen: Ha! You would think so, wouldn't you? But I know what you're researching, and anything that helps you helps me as per our agreement, right? And it's not like you would be able to replicate it... it took an entire island and two families working in tandem to even get it started... (The following has been inked over) So, the beginning right? Alright, let me think... It's been a while since my father told me about it...
[redacted]: You don't have the notes?
Karen: *sigh* Nope. Those are still being looked over by the association. It was 200 years' worth of notes, after all, even if it did end over 50 years ago. What, you thought I had a copy?
[redacted]: eh, well...
Karen: Well I don't. But I can give you the gist of it.
[redacted]: I'm still surprised you even decided to tell me...
Karen: (the following has been covered in ink)
[redacted]: stop embarrassing me!
Karen: hehe... So, where do I begin... I suppose I'll start with the parties involved. You know who the Rinecofts and the Stalfelts were, correct?
[redacted]: Eh, the Rinecofts were experts in spatial expansion while Stalfelts were researching origins and concepts right?
Karen: close enough. The Rinecofts were hoping to expand and contract space to 'thin' it and get to the root that way while Stalfelts had the trait 'D-god', which let them compile origins and concepts to make new ones. They hoped that once you combined enough of them, the root would open itself up.
[redacted]: right, right...
Karen: So, more than 200 years ago, the two heads of the family got together and got really piss ass drunk, at least from what my father told me, and said that in their drunken stupor they had managed to come up with a rather ridiculous idea.
[redacted]: they got... Drunk?
Karen: yeah, I know, right? Trying to imagine two prim proper heads getting drunk is pretty hard, but hey, it happens. Anyway, as I was saying they got really drunk and had this idea. What if you took away every concept there was and exposed a person to a concept-less existence?
[redacted]: That sounds... Horrifying.
Karen: That's just how magus live, kiddo. I know you're still kind of new to this, but this experiment is actually pretty tame. I mean, when you have things like the project YUKARI (For more information, see CTR: experiment #987754) and TATARI (For more information, see CTR: magecraft #56778), this one is pretty tame.
[redacted]: I suppose...
Karen: As I was saying, they had an idea and decided to try to put it to the test. Using some bounded fields and their brand of magecraft, they expanded the area of a building on an island off the coast of North America on top of a leyline, well off from anyone else. Then, they had the Stalfelts go in and use D-god combined with some of their magecraft to remove concepts and ideas from objects within that space.
[redacted]: but I thought their magecraft put things together?
Karen: Well, the specifics are kind of complicated, but I suppose I could give a simplified example. Let's say we had a bucket of water and a fire going on a fireplace. The Stalfelts would use 'D-god' to take the concept of 'fire' and the concept of 'water' and make 'steam'. Normally, you would still have the two regents used because they're concepts, but the Stalfelts had managed to manipulate it so that it would actually take those concepts and absorb them into their final result, at the cost of a massive amount of prana.
[redacted]: I see...
Karen: So they set up a bounded field, made a pocket dimension outside Gaia's influence and slowly over the course of a hundred years removed the concepts of things inside until they had removed everything they could think of. Due to how space was stretched, however, while it took 100 years outside, it was more along the lines of 500 years inside.
[redacted]: so, they were left with a room of... Nothing?
Karen: nope. Not nothing. They removed the concept of 'nothing' from the room. The space just... Was, really. It wasn't even a space, considering they removed the concept of space from it. And time. I could go more into it, but that would take a months worth of lectures about how time still passes despite here being no concept of time and how things can exist inside despite not having space.
[redacted]: so, what happened next?
Karen: They contacted the Einzberns.
[redacted]:... What for? I don't see how it would relate...
Karen: Well, the Einzberns were known for one other thing besides their alchemy, right? Despite having lost the third, they can still very much use part of it. It was for that reason.
[redacted]: Why? And why did they accept? I thought they were too busy with that grail thing...
Karen: Well, I don't remember the specifics, but apparently the Stalfelts had something the Einzberns wanted so they traded that for their services. As for why, well they couldn't just chuck a body in there. It would die, for one. No, they needed to anchor a soul inside. A human one.
[redacted]: what? Why?
Karen: Well for one human souls are actually the easiest to manipulate despite their complexity. After all, the needed to remove everything that made a human, human from that soul before throwing it in. Take away the concepts of sense, the concept of a body, concepts that have been engrained in you since birth. They needed a soul that thought like a human without anything that would define it as human. It's a bit complicated, and you'd need to talk to he spiritual invocation department if you want to know more about it, although I'm sure the head of that particular department is not nearly as accommodating as I am.
[redacted]: I'm still confused. Why a human soul? Why not something like a dogs or an apes?
Karen: ... Alright. Here. What am I pointing at right now?
[redacted]: a typewriter?
Karen: right. What do you think the concept of this object is?
[redacted]: ... Is this a trick question?
Karen: just answer the damn question.
[redacted]: ... Typewriter?
Karen: Right! Now, who gave it the concept of typewriter?
[redacted]: Gaia? The root?
Karen: well, yes and no. Humanity as a whole is represented as Ayala, right? And Ayala, despite constantly fighting Gaia, is still part of Gaia, right? Now, we humans made this object and gave it function, history, the whole shebang. Once someone has conceptualized something, it falls under Gaia's purview and she can judge it. The root is all knowledge that has existed and ever will exist. Gaia has access to it, thus Gaia already knows what we'll call it and labels it as such anyway, even before we call it that. It's a bit like the chicken and the egg scenario, really.
[redacted]: I think I get it... Because we think, we can create, right?
Karen: eh, good enough for your mediocre understanding. You'll learn more of the specifics later if you continue taking classes here. Anyway, the Rinecofts took their newborn and separated its body from its soul, took as many concepts away as possible, and then placed it inside.
[redacted]: A newborn?!
Karen: yes? Why wouldn't they? Newborns have yet to make solid opinions or conceptualize the world around them, so a newborn would be the ideal choice.
[redacted]: but...
Karen: listen, we're magi. We do things, sometimes inhumane things, in order to progress our research. You're going to have to get used to it. You don't have to do anything if it goes against your morals, but note that most magi don't think that way.
[redacted]: ...alright.
Karen: Good. anyway, for the next 100 years, things went pretty smoothly. Just keep the bounded field up and record their daily findings. Nothing too taxing. But then, on the 200th anniversary...
[redacted]: half the island disappeared.
Karen: yeah. That's the part everyone knows. Like a giant took a knife and cut the island in half diagonally. Only two rooms near the entrance of the complex were left, and there were no survivors. Supposedly.
[redacted]: do you know what happened?
Karen: Not too much, no. My father was among those sent over to collect what was left because he was someone who also worked on the project, but had to stay here in order to look after his department.
[redacted]: so what did he find on that island?
Karen: He told me that he landed on the island and checked the nearby cabin first. It was devoid of human life, but a copy of the logs was kept there, so that was taken by the association. What he saw further in he could only describe as 'disturbing.'
[redacted]: ...disturbing?
Karen: What have I told you about repeating things and one word questions? It's bad form. As for what he found, well, the first person he came across had made a circle of blood around him using his own blood, filled it with scribbles, bit off his own foot, make a pike out of the bones of his left arm which was still attached, and then stuck the pike in the middle of the circle and impaled himself head first on it. It got worse from there.
[redacted]: what the hell happened on that island?
Karen: …The conclusion my father came to was that everyone who had survived half the island disappearing immediately went insane and killed themselves in the most gruesome manner possible. Why they went insane? I have only the slightest idea from what I managed to pick up from his ramblings as he got on in his old age... As for why the hell half the island disappeared? The current two best theories I've found are just that Gaia rejected every part of existence that had been tainted by whatever had been created, or that counter guardians actually exist and that Ayala blasted half on it.
[redacted]: I've heard the counter guardian one, although I think the other one is the accepted one, right? (The lines following this one have been blacked out). He had some clue as to what happened?
Karen: It was only a hypothesis, but he assumed that whatever they had created was so far gone from anything that has ever existed that those that viewed it or were even in its presence long enough went insane, and would eventually kill themselves.
[redacted]: But you said earlier that there supposedly were no survivors. Are you implying there was one?
Karen: Perhaps.
[redacted]: Do you know who?
Karen: I said perhaps. I'm not too sure on that one. Occasionally when he got drunk he would talk about a woman that he made a promise to, but that could be here or there. It may or may not have had to do with it.
[redacted]: alright, so let's go with no survivors for now. What happened after?
Karen: Well, you know how it went after. All the materials were gathered, the entire island was blown off the face of the earth, the end.
[redacted]: So that's the Deep Dark project?
Karen: Yes, that's about all I know about the events. If you need any more help with (a few words are covered in ink), then you're going to have to give me specifics.
[redacted]: (The line is covered in ink)
Karen: Okay, I can see why you would want to start there first. First thing you should know is-
Excerpt end.
The following was written by Wesker Rinecoft in his journal on December 25th, 1689.
Date: December 25th, 1689
Time: 11:23 p.m.
Weather: light snow with heavy cloud coverage.
Mood: inebriated
Due to today being Christmas, I had decided to take a holiday today at the behest of my wife, Rea. I spent most of the day in my workshop, as per usual when I have time to perform maintenance on various pieces I keep in there. However, as I was checking on the hyper compressed cube, the head of the Stalfelts, William, had dropped by to see how I was doing, somehow passing thorugh all the protections to my workshop yet again. He had insisted I join him in having a drink and said I should party instead of work, but I refused. However, he had then dragged me the nearest bar and sat me down at a booth.
Seeing as William was annoying at best and a downright menace at worst, I decided to humor him by having a drink. I still had no idea why I was 'friends', if one could even call it that, with him, but he did provided good company once in a while. Even if I was mostly using his presence to acquire more research materials due both to his status as a genius and his family's standing in Clock Tower.
We drank a few pints, and eventually we began talking about various mysteries that we had been working on. Well, more along the lines of hinted at, but we knew each other well enough to know what the other was doing.
Eventually it came to the point where Stalfelt hinted at using his bloodline trait to fully remove a concept from an object. At that moment in time, I am ashamed to say I let the intoxication get to my head and clapped at his achievement.
My memory after that point is hazy and all I have is a few lines of nonsensical words written along my forearm, but we seemed to have come up with an intriguing experiment possibility while we were drunk.
I will have to think on it, as my admittedly meager grasp on reinforcement will fade soon enough and I will be back to my mentally addled state.
Hopefully something will come out of this joint venture, should we receive the clearance and the funding for the hazy idea we had formed.
The following was written by Wesker Rinecoft in his journal on June 21st, 1690.
Date: June 21st, 1690
Time: 7:20 p.m.
Weather: heavy cloud coverage with light rain
Mood: elated
We proposed the project to the director today, and although we were positive we were going to be turned down, we were instead given clearance.
I had let the surprise show on my face, I was sure of it. William, of course, nearly went and hugged the director because of his eccentricities, but I pulled him out of the room quickly after bowing and giving my thanks.
We had spent most of the year trying to put together a proper portfolio dictating what we planned on doing, what it would do, and how we were planning on doing it. We initially hadn't planned on going to the director, but we encountered a rather large snag while we were attempting to piece together what I have termed project Deep Dark.
The first and most important aspect was an isolated area where I could work. I didn't trust myself with choosing some land my family owned off in the country somewhere as the scale the magecraft I was going to perform could cause a great deal of damage should it go even slightly wrong.
The second would happen to be regents. William needed some regents which could only be acquired through the mages association, mainly Atlas, in order to work his brand of mystery.
He assures me that if he had 20 more years to research what he had found on accident one day, then perhaps he wouldn't need the reagents. But, alas, for now, we must deal with it.
If the director had turned us down, we would have simply dropped the project and continued with our independent studies. But, we had been given the funds to do so, so now we were set to start.
The director had given us an island off the coast of the colonies, so we should have ample space to work. I will have to move to the island and start preparing post haste, lest this offer be rescinded because I was deemed to be slacking.
The following was written by Bram Rinecoft in his journal on august 20th, 1790.
August 20th, 1790
Today is the 100th anniversary of the Deep Dark project. It seems like just yesterday grandfather had been telling me about the day he had come up with it.
Earlier, I was informed that the confinement zone had finally been completed. The homunculi the Stalfelts had been using had finally come out spouting gibberish, as the chamber tends to cause to those who have spent too long inside, but in the scrambled words they had said that their order had been complete before expiring. A shame really, considering how much money went in to manufacturing them with the proper rune set so they could last even half a day in there.
However, with the completion of the chamber came a moment that I had been dreading. Nine months ago, I had taken a jaunt to the colonies to find a woman for the experiment, and soon found one that could work for what my grandfather had planned. I hypnotized her and brought her to the island, where I promptly inseminated her so that I could bear a child for what was going to occur today.
As of this moment, she is undergoing a cesarean section so that the child's soul may be taken and placed within the zone.
Later, she will be killed and thrown out to sea. Hopefully the blood will attract enough predators that little to no evidence will remain.
The Einzbern arrived yesterday and had begun to get impatient, so I hope our business will conclude soon so that we may continue on our separate ways.
Today will be the start of something great, I am sure.
The following was written by Mary Stalfelt in her journal on January 1st, 1880.
Today's date is January 1st, 1880.
Today has been an absolute nightmare.
Hilda had decided today of all days to go to Rhode Island because she wanted to get off this stupid island for once and actual experience the world. I don't understand what is wrong with the girl. We may be twins, but we were absolutely nothing alike, despite our shared appearances. Not that she could tell, considering she's blind and all.
Why would you even want to leave the island? All that is out there are boring normal people living their normal boring lives in boring normal towns. Here? Here is where boats bring you as many books as you could possibly want, here is where you always have a roof over your head, here is where there are nice interesting experiments going on, and here is where men can't break your heart into tiny little itsy bitsy pieces like a smashed beer bottle because they thought you were too bookish.
Well they can go screw their mothers if they think I'm too bookish!
Well, anyway, I decided to indulge her and we spent some time just wandering round.
And then I lose her.
It took me a few hours to find her again, but by that point she had been chatting with some guy in a bar who would probably take advantage of the fact she was blind and screw her over both literally and figuratively, so I punched him a few times and rushed out of there with her.
And then, then! I come back to see the usual junk on the papers that monitor the DD project had suddenly turned blank. It had just stopped. There wasn't any more information being given at all.
I had double checked the bounded fields and asked the head what was going on, but everything seemed to be in working order. We simply couldn't find what the hell went wrong.
We hypothesized that maybe whatever was in there had gotten so alien that whatever was in there couldn't even be recognized as a soul anymore. Or perhaps the soul just died, which could also be something. In that case, the experiment was a monumental failure and we refused to acknowledge that it had failed so badly after this family had spent so long on it.
And then I learned we were out of watermelons.
Life wasn't worth living anymore.
The following log was created by the automated feedback thaumaturgical instrument on august 20th, 3:00 a.m.
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Internal compression field has been breached.
Internal expansion field has been breached.
External compression field 1 has fallen.
External compression field 2 has fallen.
Bounded field one has fallen.
Bounded field 2 has fallen,
Bounded fields 3-9 have fallen simultaneously.
Feedback bounded field has fallen.
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The following was written by Mary Stalfelt in her journal on August 20th, 1890 at 2:30 a.m.
Today's date is August 20th, 1890
Damn, it's late. Or should I say early? It's around 2:30 right about now.
I've been able to stay up purely do to the power of stress and coffee. Stress because it's the 200th anniversary of the project and because Hilda might be ready to give birth any hour now.
I still can't believe she was stupid enough to let that guy she met so long ago woo her. She's a Stalfelt, damn it, she should have better standards!
… Not like our family really gives a damn. Gino is already guaranteed family head and I got lucky because my ability to use D-god was stronger in me than with him. Hilda was unlucky because she could barely use any magecraft at all because her circuits were pitiful and was born blind. She could basically be thrown away.
She would have been sold off to another family had I not stepped in and volunteered to look after her.
And then what does she do? The fool runs off and gets herself pregnant.
Really, the only thing I could do was just bear with it. She was my responsibility after all, and by failing to keep her in line, the only person I could blame was myself.
Perhaps if the child manages to show some talent, I could take him in. While I may have proven the most talented amongst all my siblings, I had proven unable to bear a child.
Not that I had ever wanted any.
… I'll check on the zone one last time before going off to bed. Perhaps something will happen that will pull at my interests.
The following is a visual record taken from the optical nerve of a familiar.
(The image shows a blank hallway.)
(The image zooms down the hall, only to stop and concentrates at something that looks strange)
(At the end of the hall, the normally white walls seemed to change color. No, that wasn't correct. It was like the color was warping into something that simply didn't have color. Something that, perhaps in a dimension far flung from this dimension could be considered a color under warped thoughts, but couldn't possibly be thought of as a color by any being in this dimension)
(Then it stops warping all together and simply… stops holding the concept of color. It is not black, or white, or red, or any sort of color. It is simply a wall with no color what so ever.)
(Then the wall starts to warp, bending and twisting in odd and mind boggling ways, to the point where calling it a wall would cause many to question one's sanity.)
(The wall simply stops existing. As if it had never been there. And on the other side-)
The image cuts here, as the familiar was confirmed to have had a seizure and died after having its head explode.
The following is an excerpt from Luthor Von Schwartz's journal, written on August 20th, 1933.
Aug. 21 1937.
It's been a long time since that day.
I've never written anything about that day down, due to fear of being discovered, but my time in this world is soon to run out, just as his ran out not too many months ago.
I suppose I should leave some record of what happened that day other than through my own daughter.
I had been asked by Clock Tower to go to Tririte Island to investigate a disturbance along with a team of other researchers and two enforcers. At the time I had no idea what had happened, but they had contacted me at three in the morning and I was asked 'nicely' by the director to go, so I did.
I had been staying at a nice house in Rhode Island to conduct some experiments regarding spatial awareness, so I had been the first to arrive, being there in less than an hour compared to the rest who arrived a day later.
Even before I had arrived, I knew something was amiss. As I approached this island, I noticed the usual jutting mountain face wasn't there, instead replaced by a smooth incline upward. Unfortunately, I couldn't dock there, so I took my boat around to the back where the port was and entered the cabin at the entrance, knowing that was where they stored the automated copies of all the official documents they made.
I briefly looked through the logs to see what I could understand about the situation, but the only accurate log I could receive was a containment breach inside the containment zone. The rest were strings of seemingly random numbers and letters, along with requests for help.
I had been addled by what I had read and placed them back where I found them, instead decided to venture toward the complex to see what I could find.
The first thing I saw nearly caused me to vomit.
A body had been impaled on a spike upside-down and had a strange circle of blood around it, with writing inside in a language I had never seen before.
And that was only the first of many as I progressed closer and closer to the building. A woman who had eaten another until her stomach had ruptured, a man who had hung himself from his own intestines after making a pit under him filled with spikes made from practically every bone you could feasibly remove from your body, a woman who had cut off all her limbs and then burnt herself alive on a makeshift crucifix using the limbs as fuel and her own teeth to nail herself to the cross.
And every single one had the same demented smile on their face. The exact same.
Eventually, I came across the building where the experiment had begun. Or, what was left of it.
It looked as though a giant had taken a knife and had cut away nearly all of the building, starting from the first edge going all the way to the shore line, which basically meant that the entire building except for the opening hall and the room right next to it had disappeared.
I had entered the last room preparing myself for what I would see, but what I had found was something completely unexpected.
In the glow of the dawn light was a woman, a very pretty one at that, cutting off the skin on her forearm, humming a song horribly out of tune.
I had carefully moved in the take a closer look because she was facing away from me, but she seemed to be in a world of her own, flaying of her own skin as though she were peeling potatoes instead of herself. Eventually I managed to get around her and saw exactly what was going on.
She had gouged out her eyes, leaving her face with a void in place of her ability to see. She had also cut off her nose and her ears, from what the blood trails had told me. She had been flaying herself using a knife, although from where she got it, I do not know.
How she had not passed out from blood loss, I do not know.
However, that was not the most disturbing part of the scene. No, what was possibly the most disturbing was the baby in her lap that had been draped in her own skin.
"Oh, hello. Are you mister red knight?"
She had looked up in my direction and had spoken those words so softly I had almost not heard them. However I had been on guard at that time so my hearing had picked it up and engrained itself in my memory, attaching it to the face of a woman without eyes or a nose.
"No, you're not him. I'm sorry."
She had then gone back to mutilating herself and humming that unsettling tune of hers.
I had kept my bearings, however, and decided to ask some questions.
"Do… do you know what happened here?" I had asked.
She had continued to hum.
"Hello?" I waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't respond. "What happened here?"
Still she didn't respond.
At that point I realized that she didn't have any ears anymore and thus could not hear me, so asking was pointless.
And I still had so many questions, such as who that red knight was.
I didn't know I had vocalized that question, however.
"Oh, you wish to know about the red knight? I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" She spoke in such a hushed tone that I had nearly missed it. "He came after it disappeared and told me to be strong for him, and then he gave me this wonderful knife! He was so handsome and exotic looking too, and his eyes, his eyes! Haaa…."
I remembered being surprised that she could hear me. How could she? Her ears had been removed entirely…
I decided to use this to my advantage however, seeing as she would only talk if it related to the red knight.
"Tell me, what happened before the red knight showed up?"
She had taken the knife and started stabbing her hand slowly at that point. "Hmmm…. Ah, I had been in here, in so much pain… So much… and then it came. I didn't know what it was because I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. But the pain was gone, so that was good. And then it was gone. Or was it gone before the pain? I don't remember, but it was gone. I thought I heard a voice too, along with a door opening, but I don't know if I really did. Did I mention the pain? Oh! And then the red knight showed up, and he swung and he made such a pretty light show! It was like watching fireworks, except with the building! And sister! And he was so handsome, and his eyes, his eyes…."
She repeated 'his eyes' over and over and over again. It went on like that for some time, before finally she stopped and started to stab herself again.
The child in her lap whimpered slightly and the woman cooed at it, blood dripping from her skinless hands onto its face.
"That baby…" I whispered.
And then something changed in her demeanor. She had frowned for a split second, before smiling again, just like all the others that I had seen outside.
"You… can you promise me something?"
I nodded, slightly dumbfounded.
"Take care of him, would you? I can't anymore… Not anymore…" She tossed the bundle toward me and I quickly caught it in time to see her stab her own throat with the knife in her hands.
"I love you…"
And those were the words of the mother of the last survivor of the island.
Afterword I had quickly taken my boat back to Rhode Island, bundle in hand. I knew I couldn't let the mage's association get the bundle or else that would attempt to dissect it in hopes they could learn something. I couldn't let that happen.
I quickly found a couple and hypnotized them into thinking the baby was theirs and then left. I couldn't stay in Rhode Island any longer or else the others Clock Tower would send would wonder why someone who was closer hadn't arrived there first.
Later, after all was collected, they blew up the rest of the island, burying it forever.
For the past 47 years I've lived with this secret. The boy grew up, lived a normal life, became an author, and died this year.
I wonder how things would be different had I raised him? Perhaps he would have a reality marble? His constant nightmares certainly pointed in that direction… He would have made a good magus too, considering how many excellent quality circuits he had.
Alas, secrets have to be kept secret, and promises must be acknowledged. The only way I could possibly take care of him was by leaving him with other individuals. Even if his distortion caused them to go insane in the end…
But, what's done is done. My life is at an end. And my final secret is laid bare.
I wonder where you go when you die?
They certainly seemed happy enough to die that day…
Conclusions:
It is hypothesized that in that room Gaia and Ayala both attempted to remove the creature. Gaia succeeded, although it is assumed it took so long to remove due to the sheer alien nature of the creature, with the only way to get a grasp on the creature was by opening the root in order to destroy it. It is hypothesized Ayala used her counter guardians to remove the taint the creature left completely, as indicated by the sanity of the magi there and the distortion noted by the familiar.
The survivor is noted to possibly have a reality marble by Luthor Von Schwartz, and was later confirmed in a dissection done upon his corpse. This may have been due to him inheriting D-god and experiencing the creature while still in in the womb, by taking the concept and integrating it partially into himself.
The creature noted was highly dangerous, although it is highly unlikely that a similar outcome will occur due to the efforts of the lone survivor. He was effected in by the creature in such a way that he could grasp the concept it represented and transfer that concept into something that humanity could grasp. He further ensured a repeat would not happen by writing the 'shape' of the concept and presenting it to an audience, thus making it so that any further recreations will be instantly crushed by Gaia.
Concepts beyond the scope of Gaia can be created, but it has proven too dangerous and too costly to produce. The bodies and research notes prove invaluable, however.
Especially the body of the survivor. His body alone nearly makes the entire experiment worthwhile.
Howard Philips Lovecraft has and will provide research material for years to come.
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This idea has bothered me for some time. I thought I would write it out for you guys. Not that anyone will read it.