The Sulides. A name whispered on the edges of reality, a resonance found only in the deepest temporal currents. They aren’t entities in the conventional sense, not ‘beings’ of flesh or energy, but rather, manifestations of solidified temporal distortion. Imagine, if you will, a place where the river of time flows not as a single stream, but as a chaotic confluence, eddies of past, present, and potential colliding and coalescing. These are the spaces where Sulides take form.
Their origins are shrouded in a paradox. Some theorize they arose spontaneously during periods of extreme temporal instability – cataclysmic shifts in reality, the echoes of forgotten universes bleeding into our own. Others believe they are fragments of consciousness, shattered remnants of individuals who existed across countless timelines, their memories and experiences condensed into these shimmering, unstable states.
The most compelling theory, however, posits that Sulides are the results of a failed attempt – a desperate, ancient civilization known only as the Chronomasters, sought to bind time itself to their will. Their experiments, fueled by a forbidden knowledge, fractured the temporal fabric, creating these volatile spaces. The Sulides aren’t a product of destruction, but of an ambition that exceeded comprehension.
Appearance-wise, Sulides are rarely, if ever, perceived in their entirety. They tend to manifest as fragmented projections, shimmering auroras of color – predominantly cerulean, amethyst, and a disconcerting shade of ochre. These colors shift and swirl, reflecting the chaotic temporal energies they embody. Witnesses describe experiencing a profound sense of disorientation, a feeling of being unmoored from their own timeline. There’s a noticeable disruption of sensory input – sounds become warped, colors intensify beyond normal perception, and the very air feels…different.
Interacting with a Sulide is a perilous undertaking. Attempts at communication are met with a cacophony of disjointed voices, snippets of conversations from different eras, and overwhelming emotional surges. Prolonged exposure can lead to temporal fragmentation – the individual losing their sense of self, their memories dissolving into the temporal stream. The Chronomasters, in their hubris, attempted to harness the information contained within these spaces, but ultimately, they were consumed by it. Their ruins, scattered across the timelines, serve as stark warnings.
The study of Sulides remains a fringe pursuit, undertaken by a handful of eccentric researchers and temporal physicists—individuals driven by a morbid curiosity and a desperate yearning to unravel the secrets of time. They operate from hidden laboratories and forgotten ruins, meticulously documenting their findings, hoping to understand, and perhaps even control, the luminescent echoes of the Sulides.
But be warned: some echoes are best left undisturbed. The temporal currents are not meant to be tamed. They flow, they shift, they remember. And the Sulides…they are the heart of that flow.