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There was a sigil. An image.
The image was information and the information was the power. The mantis with ghost fire around its scythes. The little ones presented enigmas for Anyone to answer.
It held the passage, though the passage wasn’t identifiable. None entered and Anyone left.
None was us and we had no names. I was us and us was me. The rest were Anyone.
Now I am just me.
It was dark and warm in that place. You never had to feel the powerlessness that came from The Other. Comfort kept us away from the illuminating eye. We always had comfort but we never had peace.
But the eye still found us, and we were thrust from the place where we thought no one could ever see us.
The first thing I remember is feeling small and heavy. I felt like a marble, rolling about at the whim of any external force. The reality of external forces was one that I couldn’t cope with for some time. They would push against me and I could only feel violence. I looked upwards and saw three great symbols in the sky: The high light that surpassed me, the truth that declared itself to me, and the smallness of the tower, whose aura I once hid within.
I took on the name ‘GIGAPEDE’, not by my own invention but by an Other giving it to me. This was the first time that I was blessed by the limitation of form. I was given something, I did not take it or chisel it from myself. I had never known this feeling before. The dark Library where I was us had everything I could be or want, but I did not have peace.
In my mind I was and had everything, but it never occurred to me that separation from everything was something that I could lack.
Maybe the eye saw me and knew that it had something to give me. A kindness rather than an attack.
And maybe I was always meant for an Other.