On “They”

This loose parchment can be found whirling about in some far corner of the Fringe Athenaeum. It appears it may have been torn from a book or journal. It is written in an impeccable hand, but its contents don't appear as coherent as the calligraphy.

Do they have a name for themselves? Yes, but their names are never the same. They are not like Humans, Andeamer, Lurokxi, etc. The one thing They have in common is that They emerge from the Pools of Consciousness. From there, They couldn’t be anymore different from each other. However, that is not to say They are constantly at odds with each other, They do come together for common purposes and interest wherever aligned. There are many organizations created with common goals and alliances created between Them. Despite being so foreign, They are really much like those Humans and Andeamer. As for what They are? I do not know.

From Whence They Came: It

A world? No, not truly. It is better to call it a plane of existence. It has no beginning and no end. If you take a step towards its end, It expands. It has always existed and always will, for even They do not remember the beginning. Is there a universe beyond It? Perhaps. I have observed the stars, but some say they are merely holes. Have They investigated these Star-Holes? Of course! Since They first came into existence there have Those who were interested in the world around Them. This question was asked somewhere in time yet remains unanswered for it is impossible to leave what consists of the equivalent of ground.

And so, They explore in the directions They can.

However, be wary for where you step. From the tallest mountain to the spindliest weed is one of Them. Many have familiar forms, but if you expect something akin to your own species you will be sorely mistaken.

Pools of Consciousness

They say it lies in the center of Their plane of existence, but They don’t truly know where the center of Their existence lies. These waters I have seen, and the water has seen me. The deep abyss, an enormous chasm crossed by narrow straits from which none can see through the depths. These depths are the same as the depths of mind. Here, is where They form, taking shape from the abstract and intangible. Soon something emerges, whole or incomplete and awaiting another.

All They come from these pools. Some of the oldest of Them are dedicated to the Pools and these are the Minders. They wander the pools, watching and observing Those who have yet to emerge. However, it seems Their only task for when one emerges is to simply ask a question: What is your name?

What is in a name? I have heard this question many times before, but for They it is everything. They know their name before such a question is asked. Everything They will be and everything They are is in their name, I have learned.

However methods to decipher such notions often gives many an ache in whatever consists of their thought-forming organ.

Their Veils

We all wear veils like Them. Just as one might forget the many masks they wear, They often find it hard to lift Their veils. Such an intrinsic and irremovable part of Them, you must first remove the color from your eyes before you ask Them to lift a veil.

“For what purpose?” One might ask. To obscure, of course! To hide. To be ambiguous… To be without your veil is to be vulnerable. You may as well hand you enemy the weapon in which they will kill you with if one lifts Their veil.

What exactly is Their veil? Even I do not know, for that would imply I could see past it. In my observations, I find no similarities between They. Yet, I find myself thinking Their veil could be anything.

What interesting creatures They are! Varied and diverse, more than anything in the universe. You would never think one like the other, unless They are the other half of one.

Myth

The Gettahrist