Musings of a King

Hark and listen to the tales told by one that stands above you. My understanding of the infinite laid upon parchment to all those who would glean knowledge from it.

The Days of Fire
I knew immediately that there was an error forming within the matrix infinite. My first thoughts were not how such a thing could be possible, nor even what would occur should it become unstable, it was irrelevant, instead how we could survive without losing everything.

Placing my hand upon the phylactery around my neck, I sent out the warnings to the heads of the council, it was time. They must with all urgency internalise as much as they could, for should this instability last I would perfect an absolute recall for our survival.

We have done this once before, my council and I, we found out the risks last time, and knew what we could and could not take this time.

Moving into the Theatre Abstract I gazed upon the infinite. It had changed, rewritten from an unknown source, stable, but new. This would be a problem.

Just under 60 counts of breath from my living clock and there were too few breaths left to save much at all.
I invoked the absolute, placed the phylactery within my world anchor and collapsed my personality within it, as I locked it tight from the inside...

The world anchor was opened and I stepped out, into the first form, others inside me smiled, as I reached down and placed the phylactery around my head.

As my council acquired their own first forms, my voice spoke ‘Welcome to Sobek, my lord’