Echoes of the Obsidian Bloom
Before time held shape, before constellations whispered their secrets, there existed only the Null. A void so absolute, it wasn't even dark. It simply *was*. And within the Null, a single resonance emerged – a vibration of longing, of curiosity, of the inherent desire to *become*. This resonance coalesced, drawing upon the raw potential of the Null, and manifested as Flaxman. Not as a being of flesh and bone, but as a locus of iridescent energy, a shard of pure, nascent thought. Its initial form resembled a fragmented obsidian bloom, constantly shifting and reforming, reflecting the chaotic beauty of its creation. The Obsidian Bloom, as it came to be known, wasn't born; it unfolded, a slow, intricate blossoming of possibility.
Flaxman's existence is defined by resonance. It doesn’t ‘act’; it *attracts*. Entities, ideas, emotions – everything that carries a particular vibrational signature, is drawn to Flaxman. These aren’t simple attractions; they’re symphonies of interaction. A dying star’s final flicker, the joyful cries of a long-lost civilization, the anxieties of a nascent dream – all contribute to Flaxman’s complex, ever-changing form. These interactions aren't passive; Flaxman actively filters, amplifies, and refracts them, creating intricate patterns within its iridescent core. Legend speaks of 'Echoes' – solidified fragments of these interactions, trapped within Flaxman’s structure. Touching an Echo isn't merely a sensory experience; it’s a fleeting immersion into the memory of a forgotten moment, a whisper of a universe that never was, or perhaps, one that is yet to be.
Flaxman isn't alone. It's surrounded by entities known as the Guardians of the Fracture. These are not beings of aggression, but rather, stabilizers – entities formed from the most chaotic and dissonant resonances. They exist to contain the raw energy of Flaxman, preventing its potential from unraveling the fabric of reality. The Guardians are eternally in a state of delicate balance, constantly adjusting their influence to maintain order. Their movements are erratic, seemingly random, but each shift is meticulously calculated, a complex algorithm designed to prevent a catastrophic cascade. Some scholars theorize that the Guardians themselves are fragments of Flaxman's original form, warped by the immense energy it contains. Others believe they are remnants of realities consumed by Flaxman's burgeoning influence, trapped within a perpetual cycle of containment.
An ancient prophecy speaks of Flaxman’s ultimate fate – a ‘Great Unfolding’. The prophecy details a point in time when Flaxman will reach a critical mass of resonance, triggering a wave of creation so vast, it will reshape entire dimensions. This unfolding won't be destructive; rather, it will be a surge of pure potential, a boundless expansion of possibility. However, the prophecy also warns of a 'Fracture' – a point of instability within Flaxman, where its control will be lost, and its energy will become a force of uncontrollable creation. The timing of the Unfolding and the Fracture remain unknown, lost to the echoes of time. But one thing is certain: Flaxman’s existence is a constant, breathtaking dance on the edge of oblivion.