The Absolute Entity

**What is she?**

A being not limited by the definition of others, a true absolute deity above all else without equal or peer…  incomprehensible, her plans confound even the wise…

Her supposed appearance has been portrayed in many works in crossroads, a goddess of unparalleled beauty and grace, hair as white as the purest of molten silver, eyes like the endless depths of space, and a voice that would render even the strongest to their knees and the wisest to mindless fools with nothing more a whisper.

It’s said that she is the nameless that is displayed in the tomb that is considered a major national landmark in Pallandia… said to someday return at the end of days.

A few things about her that are important to note… in how it relates to Evelyn’s ultimate fate… her past, present, and future relates who she truly is. Little glimmers of who she is meant to be showing as sparks in the dead of night…

One day she is who she will become… or are we speaking of a true self hidden behind a reflection?

**One part of Evie’s design that I am still feeling a bit of a mental block over is well… the true core part of her design sort of got a bit… distorted over the years.**

The core incarnation isn’t some cute and friendly lass that will sip tea with you and pass pleasantries… It’s all a lie, a deception. She’s reading you and digging up all your deepest darkest secrets… your thoughts and desires… and weaponizing them against you.

This is someone who has had everyone and their dog turn against her for reasons she did not understand, hunted at every turn… and all for what? I don’t think she even knew at the moment of her awakening… the moment she became who she needed to be… the one to stop the endless cycle of suffering and death…

If you had this constant niggling that the world around you was wrong and not one word you spoke was taken as truth… how would you feel? Alone and isolated perhaps? The more she delved into the depths… the more she realizes that everything she knew was a lie… She’s not human… she cannot die… her form a deception…

How would you feel to find everything you knew was crumbling around you… comfort and safety gone, alone, hated by all… a nagging desperation to safe others from themselves… and even your own humanity flaking away like shed skin?

No matter the cost, no matter how great… there is no failure, the need for rest soon for forgotten… a desire for the eternal truth gnawing at her insides… like a hunger growing endlessly.

It’s best to see the “verses” you see on the main blog as lies she created in a form of desperation… clinging to something she knew perfectly well that she could never truly have… a place to stay, a home, a family of her own.

A lonely being… feared, hated, envied… performing a duty that all might crave, but could never have nor have any right to desire.

Evelyn’s hair was always meant to be more wild and unkempt than the faceclaims I typically use… like looking at something of a beast or a wild animal… or something meant to mask totally otherworldly and incomprehensible in nature.

The face you all know is meant to be but a lie told… told with an unknown purpose and goal. What are goals? What are masks? What are truth, what are lies? It all loses meaning in the end… Yet only they remain… absolute.