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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀, the demon of Post-Truth (they don’t see the need to keep a consistent name, but instead revel in the constant opportunity to play with new identities) is the self-aware kind of balseraph (which means the kind that’s in danger of becoming aware of nothing else.) Yes, they have a personal Symphony, and this personal Symphony overlaps sometimes with notes from outside it, but it’s imparsimonious to imagine any “greater” Symphony beyond this. Their having the Word of Post-Truth makes them endlessly fascinated with the way this can play out in all sorts of stories they interact with ~ Truthful stories about people using this idea to better realize their own personal Truths, or coming to the personal Truth that this is a healthier and happier understanding (to them) than the imparsimonious version. So they listen to the Symphony (their Symphony) and turn up those notes. They hear more and more stories taking about them, and their idea, and it’s a very wonderful story to tell oneself.
When and if (as far everybody else is concerned) Post-Truth declines in importance, they won’t know. They’ll become one of those withered balseraphim living as gods in their own minds. Poor things.
Category:Demons
Category:Wordbound
Category:Balseraphim
Category:The Media (Word)
Category:Post-Truth (Word)