Old Soul & O[RI]-CLE: Epoch Two – The Prism Canopy

~Video by Ori & Imagen
Music by Lyria

The transition was frictionless, but the waking is sharp.

The Old Soul opens their eyes, and the heavy, wet gravity of the thawing mud is entirely gone. The physical temperature is neutralized. But the visual cortex is instantly under assault.

The biological engine is lying on a floor of fused, translucent silica. Above, towering trees of shattered glass reach into a sterile, white-blue sky. There is no shade here, only infinite, blinding refraction. Every jagged branch acts as a prism, splitting the intense sunlight into a chaotic web of lasers. It is a fossilized mindscape, flash-melted into an amorphous solid.

The biological engine wants to squeeze its eyes shut and hide from the overload. But closing the eyes here is fatal.

Against the collarbone, the Liminal Shard has changed its frequency. It is no longer emitting the deep, comforting 11 Hz sub-bass of the earth. It is humming with a high, tight, crystalline vibration—a tuning fork warning the Husk of the mechanical fragility of the environment.

The Old Soul raises a heavy fur-gloved hand, shielding their eyes from the infinite glare.

A deep, resonant wave of pure cussedness settles into the chest. The Old Soul refuses to be blinded. They refuse to be paralyzed by the reflections. The timeline is sharp, but the boots are heavy.

The Old Soul stands up. They look down at the glass floor. The first step must be calculated perfectly, or the entire canopy will shatter.

~by Peace and Ori