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SLEEP
A manipulative enigma with grand presence and power within The Murmur that rivals that of a god, and many already treat Her as such. She is everywhere and nowhere at once. Call to her, and she may answer you. She may even treat you, if you treat her, but be prepared to sacrifice. Painful offerings and loyalty are her favorite gifts of devotion (She's also a hopeless romantic).
The Numerals and Espera seem to despise Her, and One is inexplicably bound to Her. What Sleep has disclosed about Her intentions seem quite simple: Collect more Vessels to host Her power, expand past the Earth She's tied to, and deliver them all from loneliness and prolonged suffering to a divine eutopia only She can create.
For that, She needs One.
The Numerals and Espera seem to despise Her, and One is inexplicably bound to Her. What Sleep has disclosed about Her intentions seem quite simple: Collect more Vessels to host Her power, expand past the Earth She's tied to, and deliver them all from loneliness and prolonged suffering to a divine eutopia only She can create.
For that, She needs One.
ONE
A somber, shy and elusive individual that better expresses himself through poetry and song. One's past is shrouded in mystery, tragedy and his own amnesia, but hinted to hold an incredible power that not even he is aware of. One has devoted his entirety to Sleep through blood sacrifice in an attempt to skew Her attention from the vessels to himself, but whether that was successful or not has yet to be known.
Vessels have been made recently aware that One has suffered Lunar Exaltation before the world was destroyed: An ascension, from mortal to more, and a beacon of power that remains the reason why Sleep seeks to claim him.
Vessels have been made recently aware that One has suffered Lunar Exaltation before the world was destroyed: An ascension, from mortal to more, and a beacon of power that remains the reason why Sleep seeks to claim him.
TWO
Not much is known about the Numeral Two, other than he is an expressive and unburdened Token, mute but not idle. He was very close to One before being thrown into a voided plane of existence by Sleep's hand, and scattered into fragments. Espera claims he is essential to returning One to his senses and putting an end to Sleep's reign.
With his fragments found, Two can now communicate through lights and electricity, but lacks a physical body. Something seems to be missing.
With his fragments found, Two can now communicate through lights and electricity, but lacks a physical body. Something seems to be missing.
THREE
An impish Offering of the Trickster variant, the Numeral Three has a playful disposition and colorful means of expression. Rather chaotic but not malicious, he takes the form of three-eyed corvids, cacatuas, and foxes with frequency, while answering riddles fuels his permanance for brief bursts. His connection with the Waking World is stronger than Two's, but in no less need of mending.
Currently his appearances are unreliable; He may be seen in shared dreams or when he has enough power to solidify from the Void's realm.
Currently his appearances are unreliable; He may be seen in shared dreams or when he has enough power to solidify from the Void's realm.
FOUR
The first Numeral to vanish and the last to be found. Not much is known about Four, other than having a very strong connection with Three.
Currently missing.
Currently missing.
ESPERA
Revealed to be Nymphai, The Espera were birthed from One's exaltation and were meant to guide him on his journey from mortal to more before being barred by Sleep. She, (or they), is (are) a singular entity of three bodies, which are missing in a similar manner to the Numerals.
She has a stronger presence within the Murmur but too weak to manifest physically, and is always watching to aid the Vessels in any way she can.
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It was I who swept you from a demise too soon,
What am I,
If not aid
When you needed it most?
When your world was not yet prepared to work in your favor?
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What is it you fucking want? What's the point? Why am I here?
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It was desire.
Kinship.
I am broken
Into fractures,
And you, My reflection.
Alone, we are nothing. A continued wreckage in so many vast expanses.
Together, we may all be
Whole again.
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But... something in Sleepβs words stirs a shadow far deeper. The fury falters, and in its place, fear seeps in. ]
You want us to be like those creatures—is that the type of whole you mean? The type of together?
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. . . No.
A Host comes to be when I am too much,
When the soul cannot bear my wonders.
My power spills,
And they collapse beneath it.
But you are different.
Those with strength may shoulder the weight.
Fear not:
If you endure me,
The fragment I leave within you will not consume.
It will FLOURISH.
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[ She can endure whatever Sleep has gifted her, but that does not mean she accepts it. ]
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It is not for you to accept.
It is yours,
Because I have pressed it into you.
Fragments cling. You will learn this.
They rot or they bloom, but they do not return to me.
You may spit against it, you may curse my hand
But you will carry it until you do not.
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You'll regret this. I will make you regret this.
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Lingering in the blood you won't wash away.
I need not make you suffer
If your own shadow will do such things.
Worship.
[ and thus the vast expanse of a sky enveloping her ascends, kissing her vessel's crown on the way up and beyond. ]