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Collecting My Shattered Pieces

The Reliquary chamber in the Loom

I remember this pain.

Watching Archer_49 in the Reliquary, a slice of fragmentation shoots through my memory like shards of breaking mirror. That “I AM” moment, when it first collides with the Self, resembles the sensation of being bowled over by a horse. But the impact is internal — a crush that implodes rather than a propelling bash.

The result is the same: What had seemed like a solid identity carved from durable stone is revealed to be little more than dust and slivers of glass. Shards of the mind. I profess that I AM… pulverized — and by my own scrutiny of my Self.

Forty-Nine’s voice echoes off the cold rock walls. The Reliquary sometimes feels like a haven. For now, it must be more like a sarcophagus. I cannot cushion that blow. But I can ensure that 49 sets up this iteration with a stronger foundation.

I tried #3 of 49: “I profess that ‘I AM’ the architect who builds my life.” Though wise, that sentiment established a pattern that ended in failure. I sought to destroy the system in order to preserve my Self. Then Archer_33 began with #7 of 49: “I profess that ‘I AM’ a connection between Heaven and Earth.” Another important truth — for another situation. But here in the Loom it turned 33 toward inertia. The bridge became a barrier, and the system tricked 33 into a false ascension simply to move the game along.

It cannot begin that way. To ascend, 49 must not pursue outright rebellion or passive assimilation. I recognize now that it is best to begin simply — and with the broadest sweep of possibility.

Forty-Nine is mumbling… what? Oh. Ah — yes. The moment when the encoded English becomes clear.

 

Y pr’fés ðát́ Y ÁḾ ð cúf́ v́ ítŕńíti.

 

“I profess that ‘I AM’ the stuff of eternity…” Forty-Nine whispers as the sounds fall into place.

“No,” 49 mutters. “God is eternal. I’m a lowly archer. Blasphemy! I knew this tome was evil. I knew it would be riddled with heresy.”

And so my task begins. I must help 49 in two ways. First, I must help them find the broken pieces. Then I must help them assemble those pieces again, so the Self can be whole.

The first step is complete.