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What Happened to Area 54?
Life in the military was easy.
The strict regimen of boot camp left me with no time to think. The early mornings, the constant drills, and the training that reminded me nostalgically of my old cheerleading team strained my mind and body to its limits. I understood...
Enchanting Pink
After the tough, drawn-out fight against the Abnormality, fighting a new type of Peccatula was refreshingly easy. The Peccatulum Superbiae—or Pride Peccatulum—was a large blue wheel which had spikes along its rim and flesh wrapped around its spokes. Like the other Peccatula, it...
Peccatulum Observation Logs
Initial Data Logs Written By: Tikkun Company | Sefirot Department Bus Team
Peccatulum Irae
Image Description: A dark scrawny figure whose entire body appears to be made up of rigid branch-like structures with glowing red cracks and flickering particles...
So That No One Will Forget
Abnormality.
Similar to the Peccatula, the word came to her like a bolt out of the blue. The static in her head grew into a thunderous crescendo, striking her with such intensity that it felt akin to a moment of clarity. She knew what the entity down the hallway...
Conflicting Information
The underground base was a marvel of modern design and engineering.
Polished metal and reinforced concrete gleamed under the light of long fluorescent lamps, spaced out about evenly to distribute their brightness as efficiently as possible. Beyond the hall, the...
J9-54
The warehouse was as barren as the wasteland surrounding it, devoid of objects to fill the shelves or vehicles to dock in the bay. The emptiness gave the place a slight acoustic effect, letting Da'at hear the echoes of the Sephirah's footsteps as they chased after their only lead.
"I...
Vehicle Requisition
The energy in the bus was unbearable.
Some of the Sephirah were chatting on one side of the bus, sharing snacks and stories as Binah and Yesod's soda cans loosened lips and bolstered spirits. Keter was graciously pressing a cold can to Yesod's head as she regaled the...
Pit Stop
Etz Hayim rumbled down the road in silence, the bars on the windows casting a broken view of the desert flitting past. A discouraged atmosphere had settled on the bus, not helped by the barren landscape stretching out for miles around them. It instilled a sense of hopelessness, a...
Lemme tell you right now, the research I've done to make her math sound legit (both in real terms and mystical terms) is enough to make me cry. It was still very fun, though.
Thank you for watching!
Etz Hayim
The sun shone, for there was no alternative, and Da'at woke up on a seat warmed by its touch.
"Oh, she's waking up!"
She flinched when someone cried out beside her head, which was soon followed by a brief scuffle and a weary scolding.
"Lower your voice. There may be nothing wrong...
Altare
"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
— Vincent Van Gogh, to his brother, Theo
The sanctum was bathed in iridescent light, shining through the tall prismatic windows from a source that didn't exist beyond the blue, pink, and...
Obscurum
The world was a dark and quiet place.
Time did not pass here, in this space where infinitesimal moments stretched on into eternity. Seconds were not counted. Hours crawled without sound. Weeks or months could have passed without notice, for nothing in this world could indicate their...