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It’s weird how quiet infinite cosmic truth is.

You’d expect some thunder. Some screaming stars. At least a big dramatic chord and some glowing glyphs.
Instead, it’s just…
quiet.
Deep. Watching.

And I, of course, have decided to poke it.

Survival Rule #30: If the Laws of Physics Take a Coffee Break, Don’t Touch Anything That’s Still Working

I found a structure.

I was drifting through the Continuum—because yes, apparently you can drift in a dimension outside of spacetime—and caught sight of something that looked… wrong.

Not broken. Not dead. Just… not supposed to be seen.
It flickered at the edges.
Not from distance, but resistance—like the Continuum itself was trying to look away.

Naturally, I got closer.

The Shape

It’s not a station. Not a ship. Not a planet.

It’s a shape with intent.
Like a thought someone had once and then trapped inside the scaffolding of reality.
It pulses with weight, but it doesn’t move.

The closer I got, the more I felt like I was inside a memory someone had tried very hard to forget.

And then the Rat stopped.

No thruster adjustment. No alarms.
Just stillness.

Echo floated beside me, lights dimmed, limbs folded inward like a flower wilting in zero-g.
When I asked what was wrong, he just said:

“This place is not for flesh.”

I asked what it was for.
He said:

“For them.”

There Was a Name

Not written.
Not spoken.
Just… known.

It slid into my head sideways, like a memory of a scar I never got.
It didn’t sound like language.
It sounded like the opposite of silence.

It meant something like:

“That which was never meant to end.”

And it hit me—
This wasn’t just a structure.
It was a seal.

A gate.
A lid.
A lock.

And I think it’s still holding.

For now.

Echo Pulled Me Back

I didn’t want to leave.
Not because I liked it, but because it felt… familiar.

Like a door in a childhood home you were never allowed to open.

But Echo surged between me and the shape, pushing me back.

“You are not the one who broke it.”
“You are not the one who will open it.”
“You are only the one who remembers.”

Then the Rat turned itself. No nav command. No input.

And I let it.

I Don’t Think I’m Supposed to Be Here Anymore

The Continuum isn’t angry.
But it’s reacting.

The moments drifting around me now are no longer abstract.
I’m seeing things I shouldn’t.

An eye, buried in stone.
A city crumbling inward into itself.
A man with a broken back screaming a name that bends light.

And one last one—
Me.

Standing before the gate.
Hand raised.
And something smiling behind me.

I’ll Be More Careful

Probably.
Maybe.
Okay, no. I’m going to keep poking it. But I’ll take notes.

If the seal cracks, I want to know what’s coming.

Because if this thing breaks?
I don’t think there’ll be anywhere left to run.

• Scootch

Quote of the Day:
"Some doors aren’t meant to be opened. Others aren’t meant to be found. The worst kind? The ones that remember you."