Tome Of Forgetting

An ancient Ossuarian tome that prophesizes the destruction of everything at the hands of the Mindsplitter. Found in the Ossuary Library

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> *THE BOOK OF CERTAIN MNEMONIC DOOM! Posted by Prepper Langly*
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> *THE BOOK OF CERTAIN MNEMONIC DOOM! You can call Prepper Langly a “doomer,” but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re all doomed! That’s right! It’s all clear as crystal in an ancient grimoire I found deep in the recesses of the Library. The book: The Tome of Forgetting. (insert thunderclap here) Written long ago in remote time and scored with foul and unpronounceable sigils, the TOME OF FORGETTING promises that one day (probably today), ALL memories in Convergence will be WIPED CLEAN! GONE! FITTZO! The door to the GLIMMER will open, and we will all go with empty minds. Read the Tome of Forgetting, and see for yourself! When that dark day comes, I hope I’ll still have the faculties to say, “I told you so!” Until then: I told you so. — P. Langly*
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## Transcript:

### Canto One

Born of a scalding light - a conflux of worlds should be entwined

Brought into wild being from a tempest of stars

Behold: The Convergence

Lodestone of unruly harmonies

Bathed in wondrous and chaotic possibility

Where lost memories might be reclaimed and rekindled

Where generations of orphaned threads shall find their tapestry

Where old prejudices shall crack and crumble

Beside the warmth of clement culture and nascent unities

From the tragedies of the past new understandings shall be illuminated

From the poisoned mind: the seed of beauty shall bud and foster new compassions

From the unyielding demon of time: new pathways shall be untwined and charted

From the ashy rocks of an immolated world: vibrant histories shall be preserved

From the warrens of unending greed and disproportion: community shall thrive

from the doomed and icy steppes frozen for a thousand years: flowers shall bloom

New life, rooted in the acrid soil of the past, reaching for the sunlight of tomorrow

And Woe:

It shall all be forgotten

### Canto Two - Origin of the Mindsplitter

In the blackest depths of the cosmos his loneliness was born

To only the company of his parents' cheerful lullabies

Echoing off the hull plates of the research vessel

and their frozen bodies in the cargo hold

Kept from unthinkable agony. Crowned into a kingdom of siren slumber

That when the tragic prince awoke, he yearned madly to return

To his kingdom that never was

Forgetter-sent from the heartless void of space to rend all soft things asunder

Prisoner of dreams, incarcerator of thought, eraser of being

The Mindsplitter

### Canto Three - Origin of the Glimmer

Even ages ago, there it shone: a twisting fissure of brilliance, blazing in the sky

The Glimmer blinding all desires, but the procurement of its shine

The siren promise of such light is not so easily forgotten

The Y'ruk heard the call of the Glimmer, and forged an answer

A grand megastructure was erected from the crag, like a hand yearning for touch

Up they built, absorbing all their civilization had into this tower, all but their ambition

for what unimagined wonders lay patient for the climbers, beyond this perilous summit

With each step higher, the heedless Y'ruk grew more transfixed by the Glimmer

With each ascending moment, they lost one more memory of their lives before the climb

But oh, the irony such teetering possibilities belie

The hard-ground realization of the falling figure:

The brightest promises are often lies

### Canto Four - From the Ashes, the Lineage Begins

And as the Y'ruk fell from the Glimmer's siren glare, their planet opened up in rage:

Spewing its burning innards; scorching the land; swallowing the living for their hubris

The survivors fled into darkness, never 'gain to see their suns: the age of Ossuary begun

In this darkness the lineage of librarians was born: with Lyra, first speaker of the stones

Thus followed Laqiqal, who would make greater the capacity to encapsulate things past

Thus followed The Caretaker, who helped the crags remember kindness

Thus followed Eliphas, who would enable the stone to recall the realm of dreams

Thus followed Max Beta, who would usher memory from antiquity to modernity

Thus followed Yarmles Ackerslag, misuser of memory, and shamer to the lineage

Thus followed Ripple, whose remembering brought balance to the old ways and the new

The lineage of librarians tolled for generations to preserve the past

But the stones spoke of a great light coming to erase the world of all its memories

And of a child who could illuminate the path to save them

### Canto Five - Origin of Ruin

A half-born child named Rune shall find the prophecy inlaid in these dark pages

Shall glimpse the time-twisted warning of our dire fate, to be forgotten

Shall grasp the single leaf of paper upon which our future depends

Shall set the sacred stone into its mantle

Shall turn solid rock into a rippling ocean of time

Shall retrieve this Tome of Forgetting from its ageless reliquary

Thereupon, Rune and three entangled pairs shall unify In Convergence

Shall be holding all and hidden from all, together

Shall one day bestow this Tome to the time-spun traveler

They who hold the key - the past needed to secure the future we remember

Fabled savior of our memories - shouldst they complete their endeavor

Lest the Mindsplitter tear open his gateway to the Glimmer

And all that's wondrous here be forgot forever

### Canto Six - A Fragile Convergence is Born

Hark the ecstatic clamor! Following in their wake!

Hark the Convergence of Worlds!

And what valvation this brave confluence shall be

For four worlds on the brink, near the end of their eras

They shall have the tender warmth of another chance

Wrapped by the glow of new love, new beginnings, and new joy

There shall be joy of the cantor, who hears his lost opus sung beautifully by a friend

The joy of time spun lovers, who shall fall in love for the first time, all over again

The joy of the scribe- who discovers her own words written in a stranger's hand

Or the joy of the broken family, given a second chance to mend

Oh! Such marvelous new colors shall be woven into this tapestry of life!

As feelings mysterious, new and old, rebalance along the eager abacus of their hearts

Hand in capable and considerate hand, they shall rebuild a freer and kinder world

And what they have lost of their lives before, they shall remember together

A morley and abundant communion, before the altar of change

But such intricate and nascent possibilities, due to their very nature

Shall be ever fragile, and vulnerable to the malign

### Canto Seven - Eye of the Mindsplitter

Alas, this Convergence shall bring no remedy to the Mindsplitter

The wild confluences and creations searing his ambitions like salt in the wound

For what salvation does he search in the ether clouds of his mind?

He shall see a flicker of light slip through his grasp

And the Glimmer will consume him

He shall reason away the dissolution his desire inflicts on these worlds

If only his bright destination would bring him the solace he thought promised

In the nascent Convergence lay opportunity for his bleak direction

And so these worlds will fade away until not one memory remains

Into a wasteland, crafted from the barren planes of the intangible

The Mindsplitter shall trade all days away for tomorrow's glory

And as we are subsumed, we shall forget what a day ever was

### Canto Eight - The Forgetting of the City

A blinding light will subsume C Street, the light of the great forgetting

Every vibrant sight of the city shall split, into shards of a fearful and uncanny dream

Every surface once grained with habitual suppleness, now shall scald and scrape

Every flavor once savory or succulent shall taste putrid or of rot

Every aroma once alluring, shall reek carbolic and foul

The clangs and notes that once echoed adventure off the city walls, these too shall spoil

The once wondrous din of C Street, shall degenerate into a harrowed wall

And once the light has dissolved all familiar things, the people shall forget themselves

Citizens shall pour into the streets as their memories pour out from their minds

frantically searching the disambiguating city for their loved ones and children,

Only in the madness, to forget which children were theirsw

### Canto Nine - The Forgetting of the Caves

The new age of Ossuary, shall utter a final and irreversible cry

Deep underground the great forgetting shall cause the dust to settle in permanence

And the Y’ruk, molded in perseverance, shall watch the curtain fall on their civilization

There will be no more pasts to preserve, truths to behold, or dreams to bestow

All connections will disintegrate, ever to be estranged in the consuming void

The memories cradled in Ossuary's rocky embrace will be eradicated

Twisting and crumbling stone will lay no new paths, only waste

Sisters will look upon brothers with blank faces like hollow masks unworn

The winding catacombs, once illuminated, will be cast into eternal darkness

The Oss rock, once thought worthless, will see this ill perspective realized

The life giving fungi of the caverns, no longer understood, will act as poison in the vein

The walls will no longer echo with the ancient songs, but with the shrteks of the dwellers

fear will grip the hearts of those who remain until, in a whisper, they too fade

Unburned will be this plot of rock, this forgotten tomb swallowed by eternity

There shall be no memories to preserve and no one left to preserve them

The sanctuary of knowledge will collapse into withered nihilw

### Canto Ten - The Forgetting of the Ice

The coldest Eemian winter shall be that of the great forgetting

And with its bateful winds, they shall lose not only their families but their way of life

Their grand cathedral shall crumble, as they forget its hallowed purpose

Their celestial songs shall be forgotten to silence, never to be sung again

The greatest pang of loss shall be that which, even in one thousand years of ice.

The Eemians had never once let go of: hope

For even the stars, that long told their history and their future

Shall be emptied of meaning, their sacredness untethered

Every constellation shall taunt down from oblivion

For there can be no path back, to a home

If there be no home remembered

### Canto Eleven - The Forgetting of the Earth

One day the great forgetting, unbiased in its havok, shall reap Earth of its essence

The passing down of stories will be no more and the poetry of life shall be erased

None will recount the beauty that unfolded upon the beautiful blue emerald

Emptied will be the minds of humans who wove meaning into the world around them

Now severed from greater context and contemplation of their purpose

The bells will ring once more as their towers buckle under burning splinters

Though it is not a song of rejoice, but a dirge of desolation

At once displaced and stationary these empty vessels will line the shores

Pleading to remember, grasping for understanding

But the waves will bring only water and the time of remembering will have passed

### Canto Eleven - The Mindsplitter’s Future

And beyond the blinding light of his gateway, his hands seize a new day:

Tilling the wasted planes of melted bodies: drained of history, culture, memory - all

Crushing the husks of their emptled lives, he sculpts the morass into a throng of puppets Feeding them only his poisonous lies. He molds their soft minds like potter's clay

Coddling his stolen kin, as if he'd been not their undoer, but their loving father

Oh, how madly the ruined dance to his crooked songs of fortune!

A billion mindless marionettes, strung together Feebly

By the strands of a beautiful world undone

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His Future hath arrived

### Canto Twelve - The Traveler

But there lies a solitary chance that these worlds will not be lost to oblivion

For a Traveler will come, who with their hand might still this trembling domain

Though their destination will be cloaked in obscurity, it will be obtainable

The path they forge may spring salvation for the people of these withered worlds

That the minds of those erased may resuscitate with clarity and zeal

So cling with purpose to that which makes you whole

As all vibrance is devoured by the blinding voild, lend hope to this mysterious Traveler

Their hand shall awaken Convergence, and the dawn of remembrance will rise eternal