i know what you are

Animations from the forgotten formgiver, motivations from the hidden desires of all life.

We thought we knew Monados. We thought we had defined them, safely, rigorously, conclusively, in all forms.

Light of will, light of will, light of will. To live and to persist. To continue. Yes, to walk on.

All inextricably tied to humanity. All graspable as symbols of what we have wrought and what we will continue to strive.

So what, then, for a blade that surges beyond?

It's the logical evolution. And yet.

Everything that exists is reality. Everything that is reality, conversely, will exist and be given form. This domain is not so low as to be subfunctional of that: manifestation.

It all comes true. All your dreams.

Alpha's Monado, physically present?

Has always been. Will always be.

(Not your friend.)

We knew our fear and its form; its crescepent smoulder as humanity's core pyre we wished we could ignore.

It emerged, regardless.

The fear which regarded its antithesis as god, but was absent in time of reckoning. See here: fear does not become, materially, stronger in the face of its catalyst.

So now, what actualized to become...that?

Now we see what we fear.

It's not pretty nor personable, this amalgamation. Everything worshipped. Everything wretched. Everything disdained.

The platonic ideal of the divine, and not its real golden manifestation of old, appears thusly: with the purity of a marble statue and the elegance of abstract form. With unseeing allseeing eyes, and with unblunted claws. Ethereal. Corporeal. Uncanny. Irrelevant. Inescapable.

Fucking ugly as sin.

It's perfection, isn't it? But to be loved is to be changed. Perfect in its imperfection, indeed - we are. The converse, also, true.

Imperfect in its perfection. Contrapositive, too: unchanged, and unloved.

Go on, Alpha. Sing your requiem. You know you will go no further. You are a monument to forgotten fear, and no more.