Day 9
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He Pulls out of this Shadow-mirror double-orb and sits enthroned with nine white marble pillars erect in an obtuse crescent, 12 swords surround him on all sides, laid carefully on the ground in full circle.
Wounded from the Ma'atian time-circuit betrayal and the attempts on his life at the hands of this cult of assassins, Harpocrates staggers forth to the pinnacle of the caverns, dealing a resounding blow against Typhon the opposer, mute echoes of Ain-blossoms burst into the infinitude with dense silence and awe, absorbing both parties in images of holy splendor. Silence has it's own piercing tone only audible on inverse planes. The moon hangs low in the background and chimes at 210.42hz in it's halo.
Sol hits Sagittarius in blinding splendor, passing the watermark of the centre. The Isisian portal reopens after years of effort. Isis speaks in radiant auric-tones, graceful energetic evocation of something beyond a temporal voice echo and reverberate in pandimensional fields, softening weary Ikipr's sorrow and restlessness on it's velvet-hued wind. Collapse into indigo spiral and freefall. As One. Of One. For One. Servitude can be both humbling and cruel. Agents of Isis, blind as their son, Harpocrates, is mute.
Baring witness to evil is so harsh. Malkuth attempts to cut all agent's faces against a jagged grindstone. White Light cast shadow asunder in brilliant radiance.
The Artificial Moon has been launched, it hangs suspended in beauty. "9cubed shadow stalks me in step with each grain of sand in the eternal hourglass, but I dawn not the dark silken attire of the Psionic ninja class unless it be to kneel before the tao and find myself engulfed in hollow Ain's calm tremble." the dark alchemist's former student utters in a fit of wakeful frevor. "The Rakuge factor. Anachronistic control of the psionic web-materia. Methods of drilling through to Universe B in infinite refraction."
She databases floating near OSK replicants, serene and calm, knower of the sum, seer of the Atzliuth. She's cellular by nature, but larger than all-space. Nine-knob levels weave the scrying machine through microstructure's mathematical integration. Perfect Structure. 527 is. The birth pangs permeate the M-data.