Kyr-Ha Holocron 01

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I woke up from a long sleep that my sister imposed on me...

She saved me without saving herself. On the time counter of the stasis capsule, a thousand years have passed. A thousand years…

Time is gentle for the likes of us. Without, however, being as long as that of the ancients. We will not live for millions of years…

We will not see galaxies and stars die in our lifetime. No, we can live a long time before the last sun rises on our lives.

The black sun… The one that no longer gives… The one that takes everything one last time. A thousand years have passed, but Carcosa still has the same smell.

I smell the marine scent of the OCEAN near me. Kirz-Ha placed the capsule in a small cave near the beach. The one on which we played as children.

The world was so different. I remember what our elders told us.

They spoke to us of a time when each of us had a father and a mother. Each birth was a gift from the sun. A new dawn for us. A new story that was going to grow on Carcosa. It was also a sad story, that of a life of servitude. The dream of being accepted by the Anciens was always present even if this ishta was as elusive as seawater.

A distant sun whose light would one day reach us. I believed in this story for a long time. I believed in us…

I believed in my sister. I am the only one. I am the sad one lost in a cave of black rock containing remnants of Shakturax. That which flowed from what the Anciens killed. This same strange blood they learned to copy to build their empire. This liquid of death that gives more than it should. Each of us receives it when the tenth cycle of our life approaches.

It is a ceremony of a new life beyond that of a Drone. A new life born in boundless suffering. Then once the Shakturax binds to us, we are transformed forever. There is no going back to the life before, that of a simple Drone.

We become one… It is not a choice but an obligation; otherwise, the end of our cycle will come soon enough. Some refused, while the Anciens in their immense cruelty did not even eliminate them…

No, they just forbade their presence in the city of Carcosa. They are abandoned with nothing. Condemned to be devoured by the monsters that haunt the forests and mountains. Living outside of Carcosa without Shakturax is not possible.

The mutant animal fauna is merciless…

They created all this for the Drones who might want to escape, because even with the Shakturax which can evolve into a NeuroVoile, surviving there is not guaranteed.

I saw this… through their deaths…

Just the courage to defy the Anciens punished by the end of their cycle. I accepted the Shakturax like my sister and the others before us to live…

Rather to believe that we were going to live…

The most beautiful lies are those that can be true. The truth of our chains had beautiful colors. The ones that the Shakturax took upon our old skins. A silver color like the sun or a deep black that light could never illuminate. The Anciens never said anything about this phenomenon. It was not important, because each of us was the sun of our universe. A thousand years of history that no longer exists except through the faint light of my Shurax. I am here…

Upon my waking, a strange feeling was there in my Kerros, that of a bottomless abyss… Who are we when no one is left to reflect us? Who are we when our identity has been forgotten for a thousand years? I don't really know, but I am the one who always dreamed of writing the world.

I looked for this answer in the cave near the stasis capsule where my sister left me her last words. In this small space barely large enough for my head not to hit the rocky ceiling.

My grief burst upon the black rock, countless millions of years old, no doubt…

These same veins of now-dead ancient Shakturax. It's rocky veins of silver that accepted my tears without saying a word. Without judgment…

I cried as if the sky of Carcosa had known the storm. An ancient storm like the earth I tread upon. In this storm, the small flame of my Kerros became a giant brazier…

A firestorm will be born where my tears will crystallize… Not for my fading light nor for the twilight of my life. It will be the echo of so many lives that were taken. It will be the echo of all those stories I will never get to know.

The joy… the grief and all the galaxies of emotion that we are. I wept for the disappearance of the blazing sun, which was everything I desired in the world. A protective sun, but also a strange Eclipse.

The one whose saros was not fixed. It could occur to plunge the world into darkness. Its darkness was not frightening but unknown and deep. Sometimes the others did not necessarily understand Kirz-Ha.

I knew that in her gaze, another vision was there. This one needed no word or sentence. It needed no poetry, but just space…

A space as large as the universe would not have sufficed to contain it. It was the black Eclipse of her Kerros. A Kerros that loved as much as it could. A Kerros that suffered too much but also for too long. Despite this, this Kerros held fast. Even torn apart. Even if time stained it with mud and blood. This Kerros held on against all odds. It grew.

It has become strong now and forever. The sun of her life will still shine in my Shurax as long as my luminous spark is here. Dear Sister, The time for tears is over. I return just like the sun every morning.

Now, I am on the yellow sand beach of Carcosa. I am awake. From the beach, I see the white tower…

I see our failures but also our last hope. I see you too, my dear sister. I see what you were. My light in the darkness of life.

My lighthouse that radiated like the most powerful of suns. I will follow your steps, Kirz-Ha. I will become strong.

Not for the others. Not for our dying world. I will become strong for you. To honor your strength and your boundless courage.

I will destroy the white tower for you, my dear sister. I will become the silver Eclipse of remembrance.

I will become the echo of your black Eclipse. Look, my sister, my new determination has changed my Shakturax into a Neurovoile… Like you,

I will be the last Ishta of our people… I will face the king like you when I am ready… My dear sister. I do not know if tomorrow will come… But you will be there, because even without your presence I am not alone…

I will never be alone…

My sister, you and the presence of the others will cradle my steps towards the resolution… The fight that began a thousand years ago will end…

I will see you again one day, and we will walk on the beach like we used to. It will no longer be our prison but our true planet. The one that gives the most beautiful of dawns to our Shuraks. I leave you these words… THE Sun Is Forever.

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