Born from the heart of a collapsed star, the Obsidian Shard pulses with a cold, ancient energy. It whispers of forgotten empires and the geometries of existence before time. Those who touch it report a fracturing of perception, a glimpse into the void between realities. Legend claims it can unlock the potential for true nihilism, a state of utter detachment from all meaning. Its presence warps local spacetime, causing objects to momentarily phase out of existence. The Shard doesn’t grant power; it *removes* it – all bonds, all desires, all sense of self. Prolonged exposure results in complete entropy, a gradual fading into nothingness. It’s said to be attracted to individuals who already feel a profound sense of emptiness.
This isn’t a flower, not in the conventional sense. The Chronometric Bloom is a localized distortion in the flow of time, appearing as iridescent, fractal petals. Each petal represents a potential timeline, shimmering with possibilities that never came to pass. Harvesting a petal doesn't grant control over time; it merely *observes* a divergent reality. The longer one stares, the more one becomes entangled, experiencing echoes of alternate selves. The Bloom feeds on regret and missed opportunities. The closer you are to a timeline where something went terribly wrong, the stronger the Bloom's pull. It can induce profound temporal vertigo, causing the victim to relive moments of their life with agonizing clarity, blurring the lines between past, present, and potential futures. Some scholars theorize the Bloom is a manifestation of the universe’s inherent entropy – a constant, relentless march towards chaos and the dissolution of all order. It particularly favors those consumed by obsessive dwelling on the past.
A miniature black hole, contained within a cage of solidified shadow. The Null-Singularity doesn’t consume matter; it consumes *information*. It feeds on knowledge, memories, and even the very concepts of causality. Exposure to its gravitational pull leads to a progressive erosion of understanding. Individuals lose the ability to form coherent thoughts, to recognize faces, to remember their own names. It’s a silent, insidious destroyer of consciousness. The only way to 'escape' is through complete oblivion, a surrender to the void. It’s attracted to those who seek absolute certainty, those who cling to rigid beliefs. The air around it crackles with a static silence, and the temperature drops dramatically. Touching it is… impossible to describe, a sensation of being unmade, of being fundamentally erased. Its origin remains a mystery, though some believe it to be a byproduct of a universe nearing its heat death.
This isn’t a loom for weaving cloth; it’s a device for weaving realities. The Echo-Loom operates by manipulating the quantum entanglement of disparate timelines. With each thread pulled, a new possibility is created, a new branch of existence. However, the Loom requires a 'sacrifice' - a significant emotional event, a moment of profound loss or joy. The stronger the emotion, the more stable the new reality. But the Loom is inherently unstable. Reality woven from strong emotions is prone to unraveling, collapsing back into the original timeline. Prolonged use can lead to a cascade of paradoxes, resulting in a localized reality collapse. It’s rumored to be built by beings that exist outside of time, entities that delight in manipulating the fragile tapestry of existence. The Loom radiates a feeling of profound nostalgia, a longing for something that never was, or perhaps, never will be.
The study of Belial Phenoms isn't about acquiring power; it's about confronting the fundamental nature of existence. These phenomena aren't tools to be wielded, but reflections of our own fears, desires, and the inherent chaos of reality. Each encounter is a descent into the abyss, a confrontation with the void. The pursuit of knowledge is inherently dangerous, for knowledge, like these Phenoms, has the potential to unravel the very fabric of your being. Beware the temptation to control, to manipulate, to impose your will upon the chaotic energies you encounter. True understanding comes not from domination, but from acceptance – acceptance of the void, acceptance of the inevitable, acceptance of the terrifying beauty of nothingness.