A deranged person may be found amongst the downtrodden or the highest seat of the realm, having gazed there where they should not, having heard what they should not, able to read the unreadable that in an ancient time might have been common knowledge. Those touched by this madness rant blasphemous words and ideas of a Power greater than Mîrrovor (Father Death) and Lorrias (Mother Life). The Twilight between their Dark and Light. The Unknown after Death and before Life. A Horror Unspeakable. No record known allows a name to be recognised to the mind as history itself has stricken any and all mentions of this 'Forgotten One'.
Within the deepest halls of the Rockhand College, there lies still a text uncursed and unmarred for it was written with Celestial skin for paper and Daigor blood for ink, it has no straight angle or a shape considered normal or mundane nor are the number of sides and its dimensions.
Yet something is written on it.
Imagine all numbers known in science and pick any of them. Whatever was written cannot be perceived, understood, imagined or recalled at all. Try as one might, writing it down on anything else may as well achieve the same results as reading a book full of nonsense. It breaks every single rule of whole numerical order in any language in the universe and appliances by simply being. Yet it is there. Soon one's memory eats away and reality shifts so what one tried to perceive was never attempted. To say it is 'forgotten' seems to negate the effect for truth is still a powerful thing, even beyond our mere mortal coils. Whatever is so horrible that Reality itself shuts it out? Naturally, we could always specú̷̙͍l̵̗̜̇̈́a̷̞͆t̶͙̐͠e̵̩͖͂̇ ̵̣̍o̶͕͛n̴̛̪̿ ̸̪̾͐ ̷͖͂̅ ̴̼͔̂͠ṫ̷̮͚ ̷̢̃̕h̸̗̊͠ë̶͕̥́̒ ̶͚̭̃̚
H̶̛͕͇̝́̉̆̉̽̚͘ͅA̷̝̤̞̝̻̖͓͐̇̌ͅ.̷̧̧̣̠͉̟̤̩̘̲̤̋̄͆͒̈́̿̄̊̓͘H̵͇͍͓̏͗́̑͒̎̊̓̒͑A̷̜͇͉̕.̸̨̯̻̲̠͕̖̤̲͖͉̍̈́̈́̊͌̀̂͝͝H̴͔͆̊A̴̧̱͕̩̺̻̫͔̞͙͈̮͇͛.̷̨͊̅̄H̸͚̆͛̇̅͌̊̈̕ A̶͎̺̩͇͉͊̔͜.̸̧͍͙̠̻̙̪͒̓̆͒̈́͋͛̕͠H̴͍̬̗̺̤̮̠͗͋̈́͑̋̑̓̎̅͝A̷̧̧̡͙̳̯̗͈̭̝̘͑͗͝͠ͅ.̴̟̃̐̔̈́̾̚͝ H̴̡̰͖̰̙̔̈́̓̀̑̅́̕͜Á̷̡̮̙͕̼̖̱̘̯̜̻͓͜.̸̱̙̞̰̣̯͓̘̲̋̍̿̈͊̂̍̉̒̕͠͝ͅͅ H̶̛̫͚̐̏͋̄͊̆͐̈̈́̍͐͝Å̷̢͚̺͙̹͕͓̾̍̐̍̀͊̒̈́̚̕͜͠.̷̧̺̗̠̝̐̑́̾͑́̕̕ͅ H̷͇̞̺͇͉̲͇̆̏̀̑̿̀͘͠͝͝Ą̵̡͕̩̲̋.̵͆͐͋̚͘͠͠ͅH̸̡͉͆̓͋͗͑̀͋̌̆̿̓͘̕͜Ä̴̢̢̡͓͕̬͍̱̭͎͚́̄̑́̆̓͂͑̈́͘͜͝͝.̸͎͉͚͎̫͓̮̠̒̂͆͘ͅ Ḣ̷̗̪̦̻͙͋̒͂̈́͐̃͂Ä̸̩̞̭̰̦̮̦́̀̍͆̕.̶͙͕̺͈̩͍̗̘͋̎̌̽̎͐͜͝H̴̨̧̡̢͙͙͖͓͔͎̲̞̑̋̉̇̒̀̀̓̀̌͂͜͝A̵̜̓̍̂͗̒̀̑̈́̅̎̚͝.̶̧͓̑̈́̀H̷͈̩̭̙͉̟̮̦̬͊̽̀A̷̰̭̟̩͑̐͠.̴̡̡̖̣̣͙̦̬̼̱͍͑̄
H̴̭̪̳͍͔̣͓̘̰̹̹͎̏͆̂̽͜Ą̵̡̦̜͐̋͐͋̊̒̈́̉̑̄̉̕͝.̸̛̩͑̑́̌͗H̷̙̓͘A̷͙̳̹͖̽͗̀͌̒̒̾̉͆̽͂͘.̵̹͖̳̺͖̻̝̙̌̓͒̂̀̿̉̇̐̌̑͑͜͜Ḧ̸̙͍̞͉̝̙͓́͋Ä̵̩̘̥̭̣̆̎̓̍̏.̴͕͉̬̟͚̻͗H̸̗͔̓̍ Ā̸͚̍͆͗̎͒̇͆̍̚̕͝.̷̺̥̭̜̣͎̰̟͍̞̞͓̓͋͂̎̈́͌̌͊̌͛̔͘͜ Ȟ̴̛̼̦͕̰͕̠̩̜͙̠̲̞̄͌͛͐͠Ả̴͔̗̥͖̘͍̤̖͎̽́̊͒̎̏̀̄͘͜͠.̵̨̡̢̟͓̣̰̟͍̞̞̂̍̇̿͌̆H̷̡͍̭̠̟͖̲͙̠͚̰̲̻͑͋͊́̿̃̓̐̄̀A̶̛̙̮̩̣͖͍̼̪̒̊̃̊́̿̚͘.̵̨̭̼̩̮̣̫̣͚̫̯̮͓̑̈́̄̄͘H̴̞̣̫̖͚̜͂̽̈͊̿̄̋̆̃͐͒͂A̵̮͚̘̪̼̪͊̅̾̈́͛̾̍̍͒.̷̡̔̇̾́͊͒͒̏H̵̡̨̬̫͓͍̣̮̠̠̊̏̊̓̿̈́̊̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅÅ̵̢̤̫̲̯͉̮͙̟̳͙̐̏̈.̴̧̢̡̙̥̘͓͖̻̯͂̽̅̃͜͠͝ͅH̶̼͔̰͔̰̲͔̦̓̏̾̈̅̉͛̈́͂̉͝͝Ä̶̡̟͍͓̼̰́̀͗͛̍͛̏̀́̋͂̊̃.̸̨̺͇͚̝͍̤̯̓̊͂͋̈̔ͅ
̸̛̻̬͎̄̌̓.̶̦̺̼̺͓͈̏̇́̃̋̓͘ͅN̸̘̖̭̞̘͛̋̒͝Ö̷̤͙͇̻͉͖̟͕̦͖̮̲́͐̌̈́̈̔͝ͅ.̷̢̡̨̛͚̜̟̱̞̺̹̬̼̓̋̍̓̃̎̌͒̈́͠
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