NOVGO.NET Chapter 4837: What Is Known And Unknown IV
Chapter 4837: What Is Known And Unknown IV
He received coordinates burning in his foundations, temporal markers pointing toward a moment in the past that could unravel everything he needed to know about THE Entity.
But as he thought about this unique lifeform and what they represented, he didn’t want to let them go so easily.
A being that knew almost everything.
A creature that had slumbered beneath Primordial Realms since who knew when!
Something that existed at a level equivalent to Absolute while not fitting any normal classification.
And she was about to leave, to descend back into whatever space between realms she called home, to continue her eternal existence of knowing and watching and doing nothing at all.
Noah looked at THE Mnemonic Leviathan as she began to fade, her form becoming more ethereal, more see-through, the crimson-pink light dimming as reality prepared to forget she had ever been here.
"Wait."
His voice cut through the void.
...!
THE Mnemonic Leviathan paused, those ancient eyes finding his with something that might have been mild irritation at being delayed.
"What I know of you is that you do not like to be bothered, and you slumber in the spaces beneath Primordial Realms."
Noah’s voice came calm and measured.
"I have a very nice Primordial Realm. Much like Muspelheim here."
He gestured toward the monolith that continued to devour the remnants of the realm she had slumbered beneath.
"Hasn’t it been comfortable, you slumbering here all these years? Come slumber and relax some more in my Primordial Realm."
"Unlike any Primordial Realms out there, mine isn’t filled with chaos and upheavals. You won’t be disturbed. It would fit with your nature."
...!
The fading light from THE Mnemonic Leviathan stabilized.
She looked at Noah with those ancient eyes, her massive form hovering in the void as if she was genuinely considering something for the first time in eons.
The pages of The First Tongue that drifted around her slowed their eternal dance.
"The home of THE Genesis Monarch is not known much by others across Existence."
Her voice was contemplative rather than dismissive.
"The only time it was revealed was after the collapse of Transcendent Folds to Living Existences right before THE Fallout. It is the least known out of all Primordial Realms, if it even qualifies as a Primordial Realm."
She paused, her ethereal form pulsing with crimson-pink light.
"But I am an imperturbable existence and disdain actions by nature. You will likely disturb me. I have knowledge, but I do not act on it."
Her ancient eyes held something that looked almost like regret.
"That is my nature."
...!
Her voice was heavy as she said this, the weight of eons of deliberate inaction pressing against every word.
Noah nodded, understanding what she was saying but not willing to accept it as the final answer.
"Anytime now, THE Entity might spread themselves from Jotunheim to other Primordial Realms."
His voice remained calm, reasonable.
"Or THE Living Paradox will send more of his forces to Alfheimr or other Primordial Realms. The conflicts that are brewing will touch every corner of Observable Existence eventually."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Whatever you choose, will it really be better than my Primordial Realm that nobody knows about?"
A pause.
"Do you even know where my Primordial Realm is?"
...!
The question hung in the void between them.
THE Mnemonic Leviathan, who knew almost everything, who held every secret whispered across eons, who contained every truth discovered and forgotten...
Was silent.
For a long moment, she simply looked at him with those ancient eyes, and Noah could see the calculations happening behind them.
"Okay."
The word came simple and final.
"But you...must not bother me."
Noah smiled devilishly internally and nodded calmly with innocence!
"Of course. The most I may do is ask a question every now and then. I would never ask you to act out of your nature."
He gestured toward the void around them.
"Come. The journey will take a bit long since I now have another entity to move from here and take across The Wastes."
The moment he said this, THE Mnemonic Leviathan shook her massive head, the pages around her form rustling with what might have been amusement.
"There are faster ways."
WAA!
Noah’s eyes sharpened at those words.
Faster ways?
Through The Wastes of THE Fallout, where corrupted existence made travel treacherous and slow and teleportation impossible? Where even his immense foundations had to carefully navigate the twisted remnants of what Observable Existence had been?
"There are pathways."
THE Mnemonic Leviathan’s voice took on a weight.
"In the spark between Observable and Unobservable Existence, inside those spaces between spaces where reality hesitates before deciding what can be perceived, there are passages."
Her crimson-pink light pulsed brighter.
"The Interstices."
The word landed with significance that made Noah’s foundations pulse.
"They connect all points of Existence while existing in none of them. When Observable Existence was first differentiated, not everything was cleanly sorted. Some spaces fell into neither category. These spaces connected to each other naturally, forming a lattice of pathways that exist in a state of perpetual uncertainty. Neither fully real nor fully unreal."
Her massive form shifted, ancient eyes holding his with intensity that demanded attention.
"Even most Absolutes do not know of them. THE Creature likely knows and moves through them. THE Primordial Chaos has brushed against their edges. But true knowledge of The Interstices was removed from common understanding long before what you call Observable Existence differentiated."
She paused, letting that sink in.
"The Interstices are moments of existential hesitation. Places where reality paused before deciding what something would become. These pauses connected across Observable Existence like synapses in a vast neural network, forming routes that bypass normal spatial relationships entirely."
Her voice grew heavier still as Noah’s existence buzzed with a mixture of excitement. This was it- an old thing who was talking on and on! He had poked and probed until THE Mnemonic Leviathan was now freely breaking off into long asides!
"Travel through The Interstices doesn’t move you through space. It moves you through definition. You step out of being defined in one location and step back into being defined in another."
...!
Noah’s mind raced as he processed what she was describing.
Pathways that existed in the gap between what could be observed and what could not. Routes that bypassed corrupted space entirely. A network that even most Absolutes didn’t know existed.
"Through The Interstices, The Wastes mean nothing."
THE Mnemonic Leviathan continued with the patience of a being who had all the time in Existence.
"Corrupted Existence means nothing. Distance and time bend to intent."
Her ancient eyes held something that might have been significance.
"Even the coordinates I have given you can be reached easier through there."
Noah’s eyes blazed with interest.
The pages of The First Tongue swirled around her form with increasing speed, as if responding to the weight of knowledge being shared.
"To even perceive The Interstices, one must be able to comprehend the boundary between Observable and Unobservable."
Her voice held warning now.
"The Interstices are not safe. They are filled with things that have accumulated in the spaces between definition. Corrupted Growths drawn to the edges of perception. Slumbering Undisturbed Existences like myself who prefer the quiet of undefined space. Attentions that should not be drawn."
She began to rise slightly, her ethereal form pulling toward a point in space that seemed to fold inward on itself.
"But they are faster than anything else in Existence."
"One way to open them, relating to masters of The First Tongue, would be to first know of them. Be capable of perceiving them."
Her ancient eyes locked onto his.
"And then speaking a word that has no definition. A Phoneme that describes something that doesn’t exist yet. This forces reality to acknowledge the undefined, creating passage."
She settled back, her form becoming more solid again.
"I know all of this. But I don’t act."
The faintest hint of something that might have been self-deprecation touched her voice.
"So you do it. And we can get there in an instant."
BOOM!
Noah looked at this creature with marvel.
She had all the knowledge one could ask for. Every secret. Every truth. Every methodology for accomplishing anything that could be accomplished in Observable Existence.
And she was a lazy bum who didn’t want to do anything.
This was her nature! But she did say something interesting. The Interstices! Something that should make his Temporal Traversal possible again! And one of the ways to reach them after knowing of them...
A word that described something that didn’t exist yet.
A word with no definition.
He was THE master of The First Tongue. He held 27 Seals of Absolute Tongue. He had claimed linguistic authority over reality itself.
His foundations stirred as he reached into his understanding of The First Tongue. The 27 Core Phonemes that formed the building blocks of linguistic reality. The Logos he had mastered. The Philologies and Archai.
All of them described things that existed.
Things that were defined.
Things that reality had already decided upon.
But The Interstices were places where reality hadn’t decided yet.
So he needed to speak something that reality hadn’t decided yet either.
Noah closed his eyes.
He reached past the Phonemes, past the established Logos, past everything that had been codified and understood across eons of linguistic mastery.
He reached for the space between words.
The pause before meaning.
The hesitation before definition.
And he opened his mouth and spoke something that had never been spoken before. Basically...gibberish!
A sound that wasn’t quite a sound.
A word that wasn’t quite a word.
HUUM!
Reality shuddered and space folded.
And in front of Noah, Existence opened up to reveal wonder. It couldn’t even be called or a tear or portal.
It was simply a place where space forgot to be solid.
A moment of existential hesitation made manifest.
An entrance to The Interstices!
THE Mnemonic Leviathan looked at the passage with ancient eyes that held something almost like approval.
"Good."
The single word was the highest praise she seemed capable of giving!