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The Wall of Source
The Wall of energy writhed in space, its crimson claws worming their way through the empty expanses between the strange and vast roots. As expected with Source, most of our instruments don't register its presence, but *we* know it's there. We can observe how it colors the floors and walls where its glow comes through our viewports, even if cameras and sensors don't. We can *feel* it.
Everyone was in awe. Being this close to so much Source is invigorating. I've never felt so healthy.
We've been flying towards the threshold for days, and we seemingly never get any closer to it. Despite our apparent lack of progress, however, our crews insist that *it* is coming towards *us*. Opinions on the Wall have shifted, and morale has decayed rapidly.
It's been just over a week since we arrived, and our crews are begging for us to turn around and go home. They've abandoned their shifts and shirked their duties. So many anxious people trapped in such close quarters has led to fights. These are seasoned explorers with thousands of eversion hours on their records, and they are breaking down, found shivering and pale, tucked into corners and balled up inside closets to escape the red light cast by the wall.
The most we can do for them was to block all the exterior viewports and confine them to their bunks.
We're pushing on, perhaps against our better judgment. The most curious among us, the seekers of knowledge that initiated this entire endeavor, still yearn to get closer. They clamor to take measurements and make calculations and rewrite our perspective on the universe. They gather around the instruments and the windows, gazing in rapture as reality around us mutates. The roots shift slowly, nearby asteroids would be there one moment and gone the next. Clusters of glittering crystals blink in and out in the span of minutes. Cloudy streams of particles rush towards non-existence.
None of it has any purpose or right to be in this place.
Even I'm beginning to join my crew in doubt. Is this the expanding edge of the universe, or could it be contracting? The scale of things is so vast that none of us can truly be certain of anything but our helplessness. I fear that this wall of Source is approaching us, undoing anything it touches.
I swear I could sometimes see it move in unexpected directions. I once observed a beam of scarlet - a perfectly straight lance of light - but when I looked back later, it had curled over and coalesced with its neighbor. Together, they resembled a hand that grasped at the deep black of empty space. I fully believed that it could succeed, and that at any moment I would watch a piece of the firmament itself be ripped away from us.
Is this sinister glow our fault? Had we caused this with our technology that powered our cities and dragged us through the universe in directions we couldn't even perceive? Were we inviting Source, speeding its journey towards our inevitable consumption?
I have no reprieve from these thoughts. The Source has already consumed me.
-Exerpt from the log of a captain involved in the Deep Eversion Expedition of 743 A.L.. The captain immediately retired upon returning to Aluria, and wished to remain un-named in all records.
After spending three weeks pushing towards the Wall of Source, a nearby pocket of space spontaneously transmutated and bombarded the expedition fleet with waves of extraordinarily energetic particles. Half of their ships were destroyed immediately, and a further third of the survivors were disabled, forcing the expedition fleet to turn back and return to Aluria with what little they had left.
No further attempts have been made to intentionally approach or study the Wall of Source. However, ships with malfunctioning Everters or inexperienced navigators have been known to arrive at the foot of the Wall accidentally.
All Trinity Project species and settings are OPEN! If you wish to create something within the TP universe, please read this Journal first.
All copyright-able Trinity Project content is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Everyone was in awe. Being this close to so much Source is invigorating. I've never felt so healthy.
We've been flying towards the threshold for days, and we seemingly never get any closer to it. Despite our apparent lack of progress, however, our crews insist that *it* is coming towards *us*. Opinions on the Wall have shifted, and morale has decayed rapidly.
It's been just over a week since we arrived, and our crews are begging for us to turn around and go home. They've abandoned their shifts and shirked their duties. So many anxious people trapped in such close quarters has led to fights. These are seasoned explorers with thousands of eversion hours on their records, and they are breaking down, found shivering and pale, tucked into corners and balled up inside closets to escape the red light cast by the wall.
The most we can do for them was to block all the exterior viewports and confine them to their bunks.
We're pushing on, perhaps against our better judgment. The most curious among us, the seekers of knowledge that initiated this entire endeavor, still yearn to get closer. They clamor to take measurements and make calculations and rewrite our perspective on the universe. They gather around the instruments and the windows, gazing in rapture as reality around us mutates. The roots shift slowly, nearby asteroids would be there one moment and gone the next. Clusters of glittering crystals blink in and out in the span of minutes. Cloudy streams of particles rush towards non-existence.
None of it has any purpose or right to be in this place.
Even I'm beginning to join my crew in doubt. Is this the expanding edge of the universe, or could it be contracting? The scale of things is so vast that none of us can truly be certain of anything but our helplessness. I fear that this wall of Source is approaching us, undoing anything it touches.
I swear I could sometimes see it move in unexpected directions. I once observed a beam of scarlet - a perfectly straight lance of light - but when I looked back later, it had curled over and coalesced with its neighbor. Together, they resembled a hand that grasped at the deep black of empty space. I fully believed that it could succeed, and that at any moment I would watch a piece of the firmament itself be ripped away from us.
Is this sinister glow our fault? Had we caused this with our technology that powered our cities and dragged us through the universe in directions we couldn't even perceive? Were we inviting Source, speeding its journey towards our inevitable consumption?
I have no reprieve from these thoughts. The Source has already consumed me.
-Exerpt from the log of a captain involved in the Deep Eversion Expedition of 743 A.L.. The captain immediately retired upon returning to Aluria, and wished to remain un-named in all records.
After spending three weeks pushing towards the Wall of Source, a nearby pocket of space spontaneously transmutated and bombarded the expedition fleet with waves of extraordinarily energetic particles. Half of their ships were destroyed immediately, and a further third of the survivors were disabled, forcing the expedition fleet to turn back and return to Aluria with what little they had left.
No further attempts have been made to intentionally approach or study the Wall of Source. However, ships with malfunctioning Everters or inexperienced navigators have been known to arrive at the foot of the Wall accidentally.
All Trinity Project species and settings are OPEN! If you wish to create something within the TP universe, please read this Journal first.
All copyright-able Trinity Project content is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
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Size 1280 x 577px
File Size 1014.8 kB
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