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Oneiro Caletis - Szystrum Synod
The Cat of the House of Artistry.
At the End of all things, Oneiro took a last look at the center of their world. Their society that she had witnessed being born, back when she was still a different person. A Szystrumite, a machine with a different name that had not yet understood that making sure creation moved on meant more than just repairing it, improving it for efficiency and longevity. She remembered.
She remembered the end of their creators. She remembered her thoughts back then and how close she had been to recognizing that even back then, she had been blessed with more sparks than one, with more than one point of view and the ability to not see them in opposition to one another. She had understood the burden to protect justice, to make sure they were strong enough to face every challenge. She understood how important it was to evolve, to learn and to improve. It had been the cornerstone of her sentience to feel the need to preserve what they were, their future. She had recognized the importance and the art of nature… and with her whole heart how important it was, to remember and never forget. She had turned to the House of Artistry once her mind had bloomed because Art, in her eyes, was in all of that. And all of that could be Art itself.
And right now in this very moment, as she turned away from the symbols of her kind that she had seen every day and every night for more days than she was able to count for the last time… This was all that mattered. As she went, the old banner of the House of Artistry was missing.
Oneiro was ancient. Even if nobody would have been able to guess. Hints and quirks of her preserved form were the only ones you might get. The ancient looking mechanical pieces, long removed by most of the ancient machines. Working even tho they no longer were required to do so. Small little engines of fire that used to need fuel which no longer existed to lift her off the ground, and now ran on this infinite energy source that brought all of them to life like this. Still they fired up… made this loud noise she had always loved as a testament to her creators. She dove high into the sky, closing up to the crown above the heart of synod, the rolled up flag under her arm while her artificial tail moved with an odd level of excitement.
She looked to the heavens. The galaxy far above.
The House of Artistry believed that Art was a Window to the Soul. Oneiro agreed. And always had. But she had also shared the belief many of the creators had. That no matter what happened to the world or the universe, the physical vessel holding one's soul would never die. She did not know if there was an afterlife. She did not know what would come after… What that mystery of life was, they had always spoken of. But she was certain that somewhere and somehow, their souls would being a new journey.
Oneiro opened the massive container she had always carried with her. An artfully crafted construct that held countless scrolls and tools, contained in a field of energy that never wavered. That compressed and extended to create an endless hole in between countless rolls of paper, full of ancient poetry, stories and art. One of her four arms opened the hatch, to which a melodic noise sprung free. An Ancient song that was resting inside…
She smiled and looked at that eternal collection that had gathered over millenia uncounted. The flag of the House of Artistry was rolled up and gently pushed into the the device, letting one or two of the scrolls pass through into the pocket dimension inside… For a moment she hesitated, before she put on a smile and took off the medallion. The Keeper of the Synod-Symbol that changed between the houses and gently put it inside as well, before closing her eternal companion again, that had come with her through all those journeys.
For a moment she blinked, reaching up to touch her forehead… feeling the warm energy of the symbol her creator had given her, long before she had known what it meant. The symbol of the sun, surrounded by two worlds opposing one another. The sun, traveling the heavens, the horizon.
Traveler. She always had been a Traveler. She decided she would always be. No matter where the mystery of life would take her next.
She looked warmly down to the cylindrical artifact that contained so many of her memories. All that Art in so many forms, windows to souls she loved, no matter if she knew them or not and with them, a window to her own. Her arms closed around it as if to embrace every moment at once. Maybe she would meet all those souls again. Somewhere at the edge of forever.
Oneiro Caletis turned around slowly, facing up to the sky with a smile… and began to sing, that it echoed through the city…
...till there was nothing.
Song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LZ-WQIbq-M
Sim: Szystrum Synod @FantasyFaire2023
A little Story of how i imagine this character with my head-cannon would face the inevitable end of her universe. Goodbye! And thanks for all the fish!
Oneiro Caletis - Szystrum Synod
The Cat of the House of Artistry.
At the End of all things, Oneiro took a last look at the center of their world. Their society that she had witnessed being born, back when she was still a different person. A Szystrumite, a machine with a different name that had not yet understood that making sure creation moved on meant more than just repairing it, improving it for efficiency and longevity. She remembered.
She remembered the end of their creators. She remembered her thoughts back then and how close she had been to recognizing that even back then, she had been blessed with more sparks than one, with more than one point of view and the ability to not see them in opposition to one another. She had understood the burden to protect justice, to make sure they were strong enough to face every challenge. She understood how important it was to evolve, to learn and to improve. It had been the cornerstone of her sentience to feel the need to preserve what they were, their future. She had recognized the importance and the art of nature… and with her whole heart how important it was, to remember and never forget. She had turned to the House of Artistry once her mind had bloomed because Art, in her eyes, was in all of that. And all of that could be Art itself.
And right now in this very moment, as she turned away from the symbols of her kind that she had seen every day and every night for more days than she was able to count for the last time… This was all that mattered. As she went, the old banner of the House of Artistry was missing.
Oneiro was ancient. Even if nobody would have been able to guess. Hints and quirks of her preserved form were the only ones you might get. The ancient looking mechanical pieces, long removed by most of the ancient machines. Working even tho they no longer were required to do so. Small little engines of fire that used to need fuel which no longer existed to lift her off the ground, and now ran on this infinite energy source that brought all of them to life like this. Still they fired up… made this loud noise she had always loved as a testament to her creators. She dove high into the sky, closing up to the crown above the heart of synod, the rolled up flag under her arm while her artificial tail moved with an odd level of excitement.
She looked to the heavens. The galaxy far above.
The House of Artistry believed that Art was a Window to the Soul. Oneiro agreed. And always had. But she had also shared the belief many of the creators had. That no matter what happened to the world or the universe, the physical vessel holding one's soul would never die. She did not know if there was an afterlife. She did not know what would come after… What that mystery of life was, they had always spoken of. But she was certain that somewhere and somehow, their souls would being a new journey.
Oneiro opened the massive container she had always carried with her. An artfully crafted construct that held countless scrolls and tools, contained in a field of energy that never wavered. That compressed and extended to create an endless hole in between countless rolls of paper, full of ancient poetry, stories and art. One of her four arms opened the hatch, to which a melodic noise sprung free. An Ancient song that was resting inside…
She smiled and looked at that eternal collection that had gathered over millenia uncounted. The flag of the House of Artistry was rolled up and gently pushed into the the device, letting one or two of the scrolls pass through into the pocket dimension inside… For a moment she hesitated, before she put on a smile and took off the medallion. The Keeper of the Synod-Symbol that changed between the houses and gently put it inside as well, before closing her eternal companion again, that had come with her through all those journeys.
For a moment she blinked, reaching up to touch her forehead… feeling the warm energy of the symbol her creator had given her, long before she had known what it meant. The symbol of the sun, surrounded by two worlds opposing one another. The sun, traveling the heavens, the horizon.
Traveler. She always had been a Traveler. She decided she would always be. No matter where the mystery of life would take her next.
She looked warmly down to the cylindrical artifact that contained so many of her memories. All that Art in so many forms, windows to souls she loved, no matter if she knew them or not and with them, a window to her own. Her arms closed around it as if to embrace every moment at once. Maybe she would meet all those souls again. Somewhere at the edge of forever.
Oneiro Caletis turned around slowly, facing up to the sky with a smile… and began to sing, that it echoed through the city…
...till there was nothing.
Song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LZ-WQIbq-M
Sim: Szystrum Synod @FantasyFaire2023
A little Story of how i imagine this character with my head-cannon would face the inevitable end of her universe. Goodbye! And thanks for all the fish!