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⛔️Disclaimer: AI-generated images are used here to visualize memories and dreams I’ve carried for decades with surprising accuracy — moments and places that can’t exist. Recently, these dreams have grown unusually vivid and precise, shaping what I share.

Lumen Fragments: Echoes of Memory:
Memories of Places That Shouldn’t Exist
Echoes 2 of 100

Training and Research section of the Archive.

This section is a hall of doors. Endless doors, stretching as far as the eye can see, each carved from stone, metal, or light, each humming with a subtle energy that hints at what lies beyond. each one made by professionals of the Projection Method.

Every door opens onto a place that was created, shaped, or summoned, some alive in ways that defy logic, existing outside ordinary worlds. Some are tests, carefully constructed to train those who walk the Seals. Some are dangerous, predatory — feeding on awareness, thought, or even memory. Once a place is created, it cannot be destroyed. It endures, a living fragment locked away within the Archive, waiting for attention, for interaction.

Training in the Currey

We went to train.

One of the doors opened onto a chamber unlike any other — the Currey. Vast. Underground. Suspended ceilings held by massive pillars rising from still, reflective water. A wide floating catwalk stretched across the chamber, railings on either side, offering a single path above the water. At one end, a small observer office hung quietly, overlooking the space, silent but vigilant.

The place was beautiful and alive, glowing under the golden artificial suns. But danger lingered below — step too close to the water, falter in a Seal, and it could consume awareness, twist perception, or test the mind itself. This was where we practiced. On the catwalk, hands raised, performing Seals, each movement precise. The Currey responded: water rippling, pillars bending subtly, light reflecting perfectly across the chamber, alive and sensitive to our energy.

The Currey was not merely a room. It was a living construct, shaped by centuries of Seal practice, for training, for growth, and for testing those who dared step into it. The door had led us here, but the chamber itself had always existed, waiting for the right awareness to awaken it.

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⛔️Disclaimer: AI-generated images are used here to visualize memories and dreams I’ve carried for decades with surprising accuracy — moments and places that can’t exist. Recently, these dreams have grown unusually vivid and precise, shaping what I share.

Lumen Fragments: Echoes of Memory:
Memories of Places That Shouldn’t Exist
Echoes 1 of 100

The House on the Cliff

I remember waking here, though I’ve never seen this place on any map. The house sits on the cliff edge, and I knew every plank in the floor, every window frame, as if they were extensions of myself. Morning light spilled across the rooms in the same pattern every day, warming the walls and touching objects I could no longer name without feeling a pang.

The ocean below was always loud, a constant companion. I remember leaning against the railing, feeling the spray on my face, the wind pressing against my chest, and thinking that this rhythm — the rise and crash of waves — was the only pulse I had ever trusted. I could trace every path through the garden, where wildflowers bent as if to greet me, and the narrow cliffside path led me to the edge without fear, though I knew it should have been dangerous.

Echoes Inside the Home

Inside, the rooms carried echoes of conversations I could not place. Sometimes I could hear laughter in the hallways, the creak of the stairs beneath imagined feet. I remember the kitchen, smelling faintly of bread I must have baked, though I cannot recall when, or for whom. The furniture sat as it always had, and the windows framed the ocean in the exact same way, as if someone had set the scene just for me.

At the kitchen bar, I once noticed a white coat draped over a chair, with a badge pinned to it reading “Recon Team Member – Lumen Vox”. There was a tug of recognition, a subtle weight that felt like a fragment of another life, one folded into this memory without explanation. For a fleeting moment, the grand corridors and luminous gardens of another place — filled with fountains, artificial suns, and whispering plants — seemed to fold into this home, as if the two existed together in the same breath.

Fragments of Another Place

Over time, other fragments began to appear: vast halls of observation, monitors showing landscapes and cities I had never visited, and corridors that felt alive, breathing with light and greenery. These visions sometimes ended in chaos — alarms, smoke, fire, fountains boiling over, shadows darting along walls. I have felt the memory of that heat pressing against my chest, the air thick and impossible to breathe, while still knowing the halls were real in a way that transcended dreams.

Patterns emerge in these memories, small hints in repetitions and rhythms. Certain events seem to accelerate suddenly once awareness rises — small realizations become impossible to ignore. Moments of disbelief or panic amplify the feeling, as though the very environment reacts to perception itself. And yet, when attention drifts or forgetfulness takes hold, the experience collapses, leaving only fragments behind, like echoes of something vast just out of reach.

Evenings by the Window

Evenings in the house remain vivid. The sky pours gold and rose into every corner, and I sit by the window, watching how light and shadow move across the rooms. Voices drift on the wind — soft, unintelligible, intimate — carrying knowledge that is not mine alone, memories of lives and events that may never have existed.

I remember living here. Not dreaming. Not imagining. I remember the solidity of the walls, the scent of salt and earth, the pull of the ocean and the cliff beneath my feet. And though I cannot return, that memory remains — stubborn, vivid, unbroken — as if the house, the halls, and even the whispers themselves hold pieces of something larger, folded quietly across worlds, waiting for awareness to catch up.

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This Tellus Event Recap Timeline documents the hidden history of a fractured multiverse, from the founding of Avalon to the rise of shadow powers manipulating memory, dreams, and reality itself. Beginning with the Monolith invasion and the fall of Avalon, this dossier traces the creation of the First Legion, the Prometheus Knights, and the emergence of Razen as the ultimate protector of Tellus. It reveals the truth behind the CEL Alliance, the Great Civil War, and the Great Forgetting that reshaped the Nine Worlds of Tellus.

The timeline exposes the shadow war operating beneath reality: the Shadow Palace, Black Heart, the Inkveil Guild, and the Bureau’s secret Storyborn Program, which weaponizes fairytale beings while holding them in stasis outside the dream. It also documents Umbrazen, the dark aspect of Razen, his Triad, the Five Heirs, and the Umbra Host—forces capable of reaching across worlds and into parallel variants.

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