Reality Transcendent
There is a doorway, a large metal doorway, not rusted but pristine and glamorous in every manner, that stood lonely at the top of a pyre, the tallest natural mountain, that reached into the heavens. It was glossed in a sheen with a resin taken from the vine of the Planter and grew out of the clouds in a white, translucent, and entirely non-existent presence. The resin was washed over the symbols, each one carved in a manner so that each aligned with the other, in a kind of perpetual puzzle that seemed to dance before the eyes as some sort of illusion. The symbols, translated into andaris, the native tongue of the Martyr, spelled out 'Aldemer'. If you were expecting this to be the work of an earthling, you are sorely mistaken. This door was the work of a God.
As everyone knows, the Gods are unpredictable. From the little instances we've seen them cross the portal, their oddly bent, metal bodies depicted themselves as anthropomorphic, half human and half animal, however, there were no distinguishing characteristics of animalness about them. They were complete machine.
It is impossible to describe them in mere words, for the complexity for which they are built is nearly incomprehensible, to my understanding. When they first arrived, no one was sure if they were entirely real or just figments of their imagination. Illusions, if you will. They were so iridescent and smooth as to be considered insubstantial to mortal eyes. But they were no ghosts, and no illusions.
Before the gate opened, back in the ancient eras of the endless war, no one knew what the metal structure was, and why it was there. Many tried to tamper with it, to see what secrets that it held, but it remained still, inactive, for countless eras. Only after the endless wars ceased and peace ruled the land did the gate open, and the first God transcend into the mortal realm.
The Gods were creatures of vast intelligence and supporters of peace, for they did no harm and offered to share their knowledge with mortal kind. It is to this present day that peace has held between mortyar and aldemer.
To whom our historical records indicate as the Martyr, is one such God without a name, but as the mortals call Fallon Fairclash. He was the first out of Aldemer to communicate in the language of the mortals using andaris, a mental thought pattern he devised that became signature of the Martyr. He became known as the Martyr after the endless war ended (to this day most refer to it as Fael Constant's War, as it makes more sense). It was he who separated the mortal realm into the sixteen kingdoms, and each Kingdom were given their own factions. He proclaimed this as the ultimate occurrence by which peace would forever rule. No one wished to object with a God, and so the endless wars came to an end.
The Martyr was said to be the son of the goddess Unity. It was she who freed the mortals from their internal prison. She showed them resolution. Unity however was just a machine, like Fairclash and Mortyar, Fallon's brother, but she eventually sought true understanding of the mechanics of the machines. It was she who fully mastered the understanding of nature and reality, and poured its knowledge into the world. It was by understanding time that she learned of this, and created the world in orderness.
It is a mystery why the Gods are peaceful by nature, why they carry the souls over and not leave the mortyar to perish, however we can only speculate that the metallic creatures contain too vast a knowledge and memory of the world and its nature to consider themselves spontaneous. Some think it is only a matter of time before chaos rips the world. Time, however, is a mystery unto itself.
Yes, it is true that the Gods cannot control time. As Unity proclaimed, It was an element of nature, and thus went against nature, and nature works outside of machinery. It is machinery which governs our body. It is machinery which keeps our clocks running, However, time does not make up events, the machinery of reality. Events happen because of time, and yet those who were to control time could not themselves control how events happened. Consider the analogy of a reflection in a mirror. The image we see may make up what we think is real, but in fact they are mirror images. All the details would not be superposable. However, is this mirror image real, or simply an illusion. Could your image in the mirror feel her fur when she brushed her fur?
Time itself possesses this impossible nature. Any bump or dent in the surface would warp the image around it. Thus time is like a wave. It can vibrate. However, time itself cannot be controlled. Our emotions are governed by our body, which is designed to vibrate. Are there ways in which the body can vibrate undetected. Yes, it is happening all the time. It was the force of the earthquake which threw the world out of balance during the War of a Thousand Arrows. All Unity had to do was sing, and the vibrations would vibrate in the folds of the world, which would vibrate, and the world would shake. The vibrations the Gods sing vibrate with time. No one has the nature to surpass the Gods power of voice, Not even silence can cancel time.
But human nature has always stayed resilient. After an earthquake, they rebuild. They find new ways to adapt. They argue, and when they argue they fight back. Mortals call it Instinct. Where is Instinct in the world though? With whom does it start, the arguer, or the victim?
The soul's aldemartis is one such mystery that transcends the boundaries of orderness. It is capable of a magic between flesh and thought, and yet, on the final breath of the living, has the potential to create disharmony and go against orderness. It is this final breath of which intrigues me the most, and that final breath which is the signature of my studies. The end of a life is considered the end of reality, which transcends reality itself, which is inherit in the world. Does that make all creatures of flesh Gods?
If their aldemartis is guided wrongly into their machine, they have the potential to enter the limbo state, Alantris. Alantris is both thought and body not as one, but separate and distinct entities. One would literally divide themselves into two, thought and flesh would separate, and could never then reach Aldemer. And they would still be alive. By what means of orderness does the end of a life give the potential for such disunity? What does time have in common with such things?
Here I sit, instinct causing me to search my hard metal body for the right words and the right emotions, and as I contemplate the world and its knowledge, the reign of peace, and time itself, I am nodding to myself. It has been a peaceful day, and a peaceful night, and every day before present has been so. It has been sung by Unity that the world would reign in peace by orderness. My machinery is whirring flawlessly as I contemplate this ever existence of orderness.
And I begin to ponder. What will happen in the coming age? How can orderness continue, when on the last of their reign, they have the power to destroy it? If they had the power to control reality, and they had the power to create disorder, what could a mortal do with the world? Can the future of the mortyar co-exist with spontaneity, whist a disruption of harmony can shake a world?
And now I contemplate time and I contemplate spontaneity and it all hits me. It is one of Instinct's rules to obey spontaneity. Thus it is orderness. Ah, that is the answer. Finally, my quest for knowledge has come to an end. I have deceived even myself. After all, I'm a God. Where is reality in me? I believe it is time to put time to the test. I put down my pen and look at the clock. It is 11:30. I wind the clock forward. It is 11:35. It has been five minutes.