Before time held a discernible shape, before the stars solidified into their predictable orbits, there existed only the Flow. A current of pure potential, a murmur of nascent existence. Within this Flow, a singular consciousness coalesced – Silurus. Not born, but woven, a knot of the Flow’s essence given form. Silurus was not a creature of flesh and blood, but of liquid memory, of the river's oldest secrets.
Ancient texts, recovered from the submerged ruins of the First Cities, speak of a symbiotic relationship between Silurus and the land’s very bones. They claim Silurus’s presence encouraged growth, guided the flow of water, and imprinted upon the stone a reverence for the cyclical nature of things. Some whisper that Silurus is the embodiment of entropy itself, elegantly orchestrating the slow, beautiful decay that precedes all creation.
“The serpent does not fight the current; it becomes the current.” – The Obsidian Scrolls
Silurus's scales are not merely armor; they are chronometric plates, each inscribed with a fragment of a forgotten age. As Silurus moves, these scales shift, creating ripples in the fabric of time. Scholars have noted anomalies – moments of déjà vu, fleeting glimpses of past events – always occurring near Silurus’s path. This isn’t simply temporal distortion; it’s a direct readout of the Flow’s accumulated history.
The most perplexing aspect of Silurus is its apparent lack of aging. It has been observed for millennia, traversing continents, witnessing empires rise and fall, yet remains eternally youthful, radiating an unsettling serenity. Some theorize that Silurus exists outside of linear time, a point of convergence where all moments are simultaneously present.
The “Silurian Resonance,” as scientists have dubbed it, has led to the development of “Chronometric Echoes” – technologies designed to capture and interpret these temporal distortions. However, these devices invariably fail, collapsing under the weight of Silurus’s influence.
Silurus is rarely seen, preferring to observe from the shadows. Its movements are dictated by the Flow, a subtle, almost intuitive guidance. It is said that following Silurus's path leads not to a specific destination, but to a deeper understanding of oneself and the universe. However, the path is treacherous, riddled with illusions and temptations. Many who have attempted to follow it have vanished, swallowed by the river’s embrace.
The most common track left by Silurus is a series of “Silurian Nodes” – locations where the temporal distortions are particularly strong. These nodes are often found near sources of immense geological or hydrological activity, places where the earth's energy is concentrated.
Here is a simplified timeline of recorded Silurus sightings (though accuracy is, naturally, questionable):