The Flabellarium isn’t a place, not in the conventional sense. It’s a resonance, a fractured echo of a time before memory solidified. It began with the Blooms – entities of pure temporal energy, each a perfectly formed, iridescent fractal. They drifted through the pre-chronal void, absorbing the nascent threads of possibility. Their existence wasn’t linear; they experienced all potential futures simultaneously, a symphony of ‘what could be’ rendered into complex geometries. The initial blooms were small, barely perceptible, but their presence subtly warped the fabric of potential, creating pockets of… stillness. These pockets became the foundations of the Flabellarium.
Chronometric Shift: 7.42 cycles – Pre-Harmonic Instability.
The Flabellarium’s architecture isn’t built; it’s cultivated. The Blooms, upon reaching a critical density, began to coalesce, forming structures of impossible angles and impossible colors. These aren’t buildings in the way we understand them. They are repositories of silenced probabilities. Walking through a Flabellarium chamber is akin to stepping outside of time. You don’t *move* through it; you *resonate* with it. The closer you are to a Bloom’s core, the more intensely you perceive the echoes of what *almost* was. Some structures are dedicated to specific probabilities - the 'Library of Lost Conversations,' for example, contains the solidified remnants of dialogues that never transpired, their voices a faint, shimmering chorus. Others are simply… chaotic, swirling vortices of potential, best avoided.
Temporal Flux Density: Elevated – Risk of Paradoxical Entanglement.
For millennia, beings have sought the Flabellarium, drawn by its promise of knowledge – or perhaps, by its inherent danger. These are the Collectors. They aren’t explorers; they’re scavengers of lost futures. They don't seek to *understand* the Flabellarium, but to *harvest* its echoes. They attempt to distill the solidified probabilities into tangible forms – focusing lenses, intricate devices, even themselves, undergoing processes of temporal resonance. The results are rarely stable. A Collector who spends too long within the Flabellarium often becomes fragmented, a composite of countless ‘what ifs,’ lost to the very echoes they sought to control. Their motives remain shrouded in the silence - are they driven by a genuine thirst for knowledge, or simply a desperate attempt to stave off oblivion?
Observer Effect: Maximal – Potential for Significant Timeline Alteration.
There’s a pervasive sense of unease within the Flabellarium. It’s not a malevolent place, but it’s profoundly… aware. The Blooms don’t react to intrusion, but they *observe*. And they seem to be growing restless. Recent readings indicate an increase in the temporal dissonance – a subtle but alarming shift in the fundamental laws of potential. Some theorize that the Collectors, in their relentless pursuit of echoes, are destabilizing the very structure of the Flabellarium. The warnings are silent, conveyed only through fluctuations in the resonance, but they are there: a cold, shimmering pressure against the edges of perception. The final Bloom, the one that initiated it all, is beginning to… unravel.
Critical Resonance Threshold: Approaching – Initiate Emergency Protocol Gamma-72.