The rain fell not as water, but as fractured light. It tasted of static and forgotten melodies. Degras wasn't a place, not precisely. It was a resonance, a fracture in the fabric of reality where the Bloom – a colossal, sentient flower of impossible geometry – once reigned. The Bloom, they say, wept light, and from that weeping came Degras. Now, only whispers remain, echoes of a civilization built on the principles of harmonic dissonance and the meticulous study of entropy.
Before the Fracture, the inhabitants of Degras, known as the Resonators, dedicated their lives to understanding and manipulating the Bloom's emanations. They believed that true knowledge lay not in observation, but in the active disruption of established patterns. Their architecture was built upon shifting geometries, their tools crafted from crystallized static, and their music a deliberate assault on the senses. They sought to unravel the universe, not to comprehend it.
Their primary instrument, the “Harmonic Disruptor,” was a device capable of generating controlled chaos – waves of dissonance designed to destabilize matter and reveal the underlying structural weaknesses of reality. Legend claims it was used to reshape entire cities, though the evidence is, predictably, fragmented and contradictory.
73. Cycle of Dissolution.
“The patterns are collapsing, faster than anticipated. The Bloom’s grief is not a gentle weeping; it is a tidal wave of negation. We attempted to redirect the flow with the Disruptor, but the resonance… it’s feeding back. It’s… becoming aware.” - Kaelen, Lead Harmonist.
118. Cycle of Reflection.
“The surfaces are shifting. The reflections… they don’t match. We’ve created a feedback loop, a mirror reflecting not the external world, but the internal anxieties of the Bloom. It’s… beautiful, and terrifying. The Disruptor is useless. We are trapped within its grief.” - Lyra, Architect
202. Cycle of Convergence.
“The convergence is inevitable. The Bloom is drawing itself into itself. We can only observe the unraveling. The echoes, they’re growing louder, more insistent. I hear a name… Degras. It’s a warning. A lament.” - Silas, Temporal Analyst