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He/Him- 271
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Phoboscape is the most terrifying and bizarre realm. It isn’t dark, yet darkness is ever-present. Phoboscape is a realm above chaos, beyond the end, a place where all horrors both originate and reside. It is said that all realms beneath The Great Beyond are “data” in the form of archetypes, whose true forms exist in The Great Beyond, a realm beyond the creation of the world itself.
There, it isn’t merely a place—no, to call it a place would limit what truly happens and exists there. As you know, all of us—humans, animals, plants, and everything both living and non-living—are data, archetypes. Data is a collection of raw facts, like a code, and as you know, codes can be altered. The same applies to our existence. Only by destroying or changing our true form in The Great Beyond can our physical bodies be erased. And yet, even then, our souls—though non-physical—will not disappear. As long as you can remember your own codes, you can always return with new data.
We look the way we do, not because this is our true form, but because it is. (Walking into a dark room, a snap of fingers brings them all to a place that cannot be described by either linguistic or mathematical language.) The bodies we currently inhabit are mere “falsehoods,” yet they are shaped by our own desires and emotions. And it is these shared desires and emotions that give us the form we have now, even if that form is just a façade.
The Scan.
There, it isn’t merely a place—no, to call it a place would limit what truly happens and exists there. As you know, all of us—humans, animals, plants, and everything both living and non-living—are data, archetypes. Data is a collection of raw facts, like a code, and as you know, codes can be altered. The same applies to our existence. Only by destroying or changing our true form in The Great Beyond can our physical bodies be erased. And yet, even then, our souls—though non-physical—will not disappear. As long as you can remember your own codes, you can always return with new data.
We look the way we do, not because this is our true form, but because it is. (Walking into a dark room, a snap of fingers brings them all to a place that cannot be described by either linguistic or mathematical language.) The bodies we currently inhabit are mere “falsehoods,” yet they are shaped by our own desires and emotions. And it is these shared desires and emotions that give us the form we have now, even if that form is just a façade.
The Scan.
