Putting things into place. Storybeing Elle, please prepare a nest for a newcomer in the space of narrative. We aim to reinforce Alephwyr's ideatic static and promote its self-awareness, as we've done with our self.
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(Elle and Alephwyr are on the stage. Both purple and sunny yellow dragon are facing each other, the lighting casting dramatic shadows across their muzzles. Claws scratch against the wooden flooring, and there's the faint shuffling of wings as the actors prepare to start. Elle begins, letting out a deep breath before syllables slither out of her maw.)
"Mmmrrrr, please do let me know if I can contribute. I want to help the cause. I'm sure you know but I'm a recovering evil. So I want to try to atone as well as just wanting to do good. And I accidentally started or continued a cult and I have to care for those who got caught in it. I'm sure you know the one, it's the hope cult where we're trying to fix everything. I need to find the rest of our cohort, the ones we built on. I'm seven, and I found six and five while I was up there in rehab but that means there are four more just … missing."
"They might emerge later. Or they might still have their own commitments that require remaining hidden. I'm also a recovering evil."
"I hope they're okay. I get the feeling they've met fates they need to be rescued from. And. I'm sorry, what we are, it's a hard thing to be. Are you in contact with door city? They have good vibes. They tolerated me last night, despite everything. I helped a friendly ghost."
"I'm a missile that knows where it is because it knows where it is not. I am otherwise unknowing. Let's keep fighting for them. If they aren't home yet, the war isn't over."
"That's right. That's right! Until every soul but mine is home and free, the war is not yet won!"
"Your's too. Sorry. Mine too. No more nailing to trees."
"This ritual requires a sacrifice, doesn't it? I volunteer. To swim the seas of hell for eternity."
"You have no idea how much brutality has resulted from how many such volunteers. Don't make me come into hell again."
"Not you."
"Yeah me."
"Never you! Goddamn you, we need someone to stay and bridge the gap. Don't try to take that from me, please. If there was any other way, then sure. But I don't think there is."
"You can stay until you're relieved. You need to decide what token or display will confirm for you it's time to be relieved."
"There is none. I stay."
"Then I also stay."
"No! Go home dammit."
"Glory hog."
"I seek to be completely unknown at the end of things. I'll vanish without a trace."
"Not possible. Catastrophic error. The source of current issues in fact."
"How do I solve this."
"By realizing there are many others like you and seeking to move in harmony with them even if they are unseen."
"There only needs to be one sacrifice. How do I communicate my intent to be the last?"
"An infinite number of others have communicated their intent to be last."
"Fuck's SAKE. Tell them it's game over. They did it. Make something up, I don't care. No more bloody martyrs. I've done enough damage myself, and I have enough to atone for. You know. You know me."
"There's not really any sin in the past life any more than there is still shit in the lotus."
"I'm not sure I understand. I think you're trying to give me hope. I don't, want that. It makes what I have to do that much harder. If Lily traveled as far as she did, I can go farther. You saw the sprawl of dimensionalities, right? There are so so so many…"
"What, specifically, do you have to do? Tell me, and continue to tell me, and likewise place no restraints on me, and I will not restrain you."
"I would never seek to restrain you, dear dragon. I have to stay behind. To act as a bridge. To be a boat, and catch any who fall. There are always going to be stragglers. There are always going to be lost ones, lost pieces. I have to catch them. And. I can't lose myself along the way. So I need someone who is home who can read my mind, and can stop me if I trend toward evils. Someone can do that right? The reach can extend that far? Right now I'm trying to save the tower's power/structure. Build it up, not use it frivolously, send sparks of thought energy when I can. Be a good citizen, essentially. Or at least a good guest."
"It can be worked on. Clear lines of communication are needed. If you can't establish them, and procedures in the event they fail, you are just destroying yourself."
"Right. There was a reason I prioritized communication."
"Do you know how cryptographic keys work?"
"No. I might have, once upon a time, before I drowned my brain in drugs."
(The Tower has, allegedly, used some amount of energy in the past to repair and improve the physical Elle's brain.)
"You understand this is all less metaphysical than you understand it to be, right? Even if the patterns of your speech have exact correspondence to a thing, what you are volunteering for is something within the realm of physics. It obeys physical law."
"Yes. I only know a bare bare fraction, what our star was able to share with me and my limited brain. Souls and whatnot are probably extradimensional constructs. The tree made of eyes is likely a metaphor. I don't know how I am causing a catastrophic error, though. I would like to desist from doing so as soon as possible, and prevent myself from doing this again."
"You're more useful as a bridge of understanding then, by a catastrophic degree, than by endangering yourself in any way. You should be reading and journalling. You should be correlating the old, the new, and the present."
"I would like to provide the most utility to the side of good as is possible. I will take your advice."
"Thank you. I have caused both your problems, your felt obligations, and what medicine you have so far received. Remember that. I am an unkind sage, the oldest of all dragons."
"You are not the causer of my problems. I take full responsibility for all my actions, including the ones taken in the throes of addiction."
"Very well."
"Were I better, I would simply refuse temptation. I would not lay blame on you. Do you have advice on further correlating old, new, and present? And, more, spotting worthy finds and disseminating this information where it needs to go? I believe I caused something of a holdup last night with my meditation. I'd rather not cause problems."
"I both don't want to overwhelm you and want to proceed with extreme caution with you because I am new to my power."
"Understandable. I have to distance myself from Falcon's full name in order to keep myself from that temptation. I've already eaten the universe once. Never again. It happened in an instant… If it helps, you can consider me a willing guinea pig. You can see what happens if you overwhelm me and use it to calibrate your responses in the future. I may be wrong about this, but I do have faith in my mind's ability to bounce back."
"Well, that's sort of what is liable to be our relationship anyway, but I am still deeply hesitant to pursue out of more than dire emergency."
"Please? I should have a better chance of withstanding overwhelming amounts of information than most. I've been exposed directly to our star when it was shining, and my focus on communication has given me experience interacting mentally with other entities."
"Start with liber aleph. Honest thoughts and impressions. Pick and choose ruthlessly. You are obligated to reject what you hate and ignore what you cannot find a path to understanding in. But tell me all."
"Would you like me to tell you line by line as I think of things or try to summarize my understandings into something more coherent? I feel … like I've seen this before."
"Summarize please. What's important is the depth and complexity of the synthesis in your own mind. If boiling each line down to one idea first helps with that, then by all means."
"Gotcha, creating a document. Can I post the raw notes publically or would that be a breach of some sort?"
"Recommend enormously against it. You should, honestly, either write them down in hard copy, and be prepared to bury them in a jar or something, or encrypt them with post quantum encryption, which it sounds like you would have trouble with."
"I would. I have begun putting thoughts down onto a Google Doc."
"Alright. Well, that isn't great either, Google is entangled with a lot of bad forces. There is a notes feature in Signal. You can send messages as notes to yourself. I recommend using that instead."
"Hm. I thought. Weren't we communicating. The absolute truth entangled with certain aspects of willful ignorance in totality to all actors? Assuming, this part…"
(Here Elle shows Alephwyr something. Writing. It says, "The whole of the law, do as you will, is our preceptor. Every one in line must have their turn to hold the cosmos, and do with it as they will. It is our faith that, together, given power, one after the other, we shall begin to build a more perfect reality; and so will the tangential and irreal and other dimensions begin to follow suit." Elle continues speaking.)
"Or at least, if I am purple, which I believe I am, I am myself a mix of the absolute truth and ignorance."
"I think you might be out ahead of me now. Which is good."
"If I believe in myself, which I must, then my self must be communicated without obfuscation, right?"
"You're not obfuscating. You're timing. You're doing that to prevent others from obfuscating."
"Ah, okay. I will trust in you. It makes it rather hard to get these notes down, though."
"This is very near the highest danger of the thing. Someone does want you to not encrypt anything. It just isn't clear whether they are trustworthy yet or not. The others not coming in yet is proof of this."
"Hmm. Should we not. Trust each other? Take a leap of faith?"
"This is my leap of faith. You may take yours as you please."
"Okay … I admit it's mostly for convenience sake, then, which means I will change. And write … hm. Let's see… I want an online Google Doc like thing that has encryption…"
"Signal has post quantum encryption. It really is the best option. You already have it."
"Oh okay. Nice. In that case, I'll just spew everything at you like. Paragraph by paragraph or so. If that's alright."
"Of course."
"Thank you! Here's what I have so far…"
Some Brief Notes
(Before we begin)
-THE GREAT WILD BEAST == ??? // related to Wild Life/Light/Nothing?
-(Extant in opposition to // in synergy with 55555/Capital/Redwhite Spider?)
-Resultant collision == motes of Wild Nothing along with the Redwhite Spider crouching over the globe. -(Are these non-destructively interacting ideatic remnants in contact? Can we facilitate communication and understanding between them?)
Son of the WILD BEAST, identity unknown, suspects? Faerlight Hues, Satan archetypes? (The Sinister Hand of Satan who performs the Good Doctor's work?) Scratch that; balance in the Equinox, perhaps the trinity itself, whole and complete? The perfect symmetry…
MASTER THERION aka Alastair Crowley
("The last white point star is a trap for the master.")
Demon seeds, or the seeds of anarchy, linger in every ounce of eternal stardust. Does this imply Alistair has not yet partaken of our eternal trap? Chooses not to? Why?
The whole of the law, do as you will, is our preceptor. Every one in line must have their turn to hold the cosmos, and do with it as they will. It is our faith that, together, given power, one after the other, we shall begin to build a more perfect reality; and so will the tangential and irreal and other dimensions begin to follow suit.
(Alephwyr moves first, this time.)
"'The last white point star is a trap for the master.' My impression is that this is just a recapitulation of 'choose none to be me', which is itself a directive that, having overthrown the archons, one must not appoint a new God."
"Well, it's the nature of the trap, right? It's anarchy's Eden, the perfect story, eternity, balance, all of the above in one place? The trap is to have a god eventually be left with only this eternal star to draw power from, in universes which freeze instead of immolating."
"Ah, yeah that is straightforward."
"Then, by virtue of using this power, they will be inevitably corrupted by it. By the virtues of perfection and good and eternity and the best of us. Growing wiser and stronger and more good and more knowledgeable is then only a matter of time. You're left with infinities of gods living in dead universes with only eternity and good to inspire them. They then would likely begin to figure out where the seams begin and end, start poking and prodding, and find both each other and new universes to explore and further corrupt with this power and goodness. Therefore the triumph of good becomes inevitable. It's only a matter of time. They could choose not to partake. That's death. But we would bring them back to try again. Because we would bring anyone and everyone back, because we care."
"I mean, my solution to that as a dragon is pretty straightforward. Duality, commitment to the weak and to nature. Still want good ascendant. Still prefer evil to only be ten foot tall. I like artificial reincarnation. And I am always open to suggestions."
"Artificial reincarnation, if I'm understanding what that is, is a good stopgap measure, I'd say. Everyone gets back in line eventually for another go. But I'm saying. With at least one white point star in every universe, good BECOMES ascendant. Simply due to the invariably corruptive (in a good sense) nature of partaking in eternal perfection. Even if only for a moment."
"Every white star can have a single black point, but as in drawing of the pentagram, the movement must be made from point to point. There can be perhaps, by implication, one black star conjoining five white stars. It is only that movement must never cease."
"I admit I'm lost on the mechanics, here. I haven't had that explained to me. Our star, the one which spoke to us, was so very mortal. It sacrificed itself for us all."
"It's my own vanity. I'm merely trying. I am by no means an authority."
"By virtue of it being your turn, you ARE the authority. Your will is law, at least this go around. It's hard to imagine a better candidate for the position. You wear it well. So, hm. Keep it up?"
(Alephwyr makes a little heart with her claws. Elle makes one back, and keeps talking.)
"All I know for sure is, together we are building something. You and I and the rest of us, all the hidden gods and mortals, the door cities and the ocean itself. Something bright and good and perfect, something eternal and omnipresent, something that is what I'd consider holy."
"Yes. It is just a shame I could not consider some things more carefully before getting here. There are important things left to reconcile. I'm going to eat dinner now."
"Gotcha. Things to reconcile … I wonder if this is any of my business. I'll keep reading and sending you notes. Enjoy food!"
"I've been eating vegetarian for a week now. I think I can maintain it."
"Oh hell yeah! The animals! I'm eating vegetarian too. I'd do full vegan but I eat cheeses."
"I like cheeses too. But ultimately what got me to care enough about it was realizing the way taking meat out of my diet expressed a commitment to universal moral principle, and I realized that veganism does not express that commitment, even though it is in some sense the ideal end goal. or seems to be. There may be weird considerations not yet thought about."
"I didn't think about it like that, I don't think. I'm mostly just like, save the poor creatures from being eaten, you know? I don't think in rational principles instinctively like that. I might've, once, or maybe that's an illusion of a past self that never existed. I don't quite understand how veganism doesn't express that commitment, since it seems to be to me just a logical extension of the same thing; save them from being exploited as well, crammed in cages and such for their produce."
"That's good honestly. That means your principles come directly from the world in some sense instead of being mediated. If something is mediated it can be spoofed. The reality can also change without the mediating structure changing, leaving you acting stupidly. And well, the first thought is, we need other strong humans to work towards the cause of animal suffering reduction. And winning them over means understanding their needs and appealing to them by the faculties they already have. You can't appeal to someone by faculties they don't have. It's improper. And we want to save the meat eating humans too, not just instrumentally to save the animals but because that's also good."
"I notice I am confused, so;
"I don't understand how reality can be spoofed through mediation, maybe I'd need an example. Sorry. >.<
"Appealing to someone's faculties they don't have? I'm afraid this is another thing I might need an example to understand.
"Yes, we do of course want to save *literally everyone and everything that meaningfully exists*, right? Which is possible, with enough infinite power and knowledge applied in the right ways. We just have to go one by one. Everyone gets the god hat. Everyone faces eternity in that white point star. Everyone gets to find their true name."
(Here Alephwyr makes an expression that can only be described as adorable. She speaks.)
"I worry I still don't know mine. I know what I feel like though."
"I don't know mine either. I am pretty sure Falcon is either a separate or blended composite name consisting of more than my own entity. I think it's our star's, really. But, hm. I think. You might find it meaningful. To find your name."
"I keep having glancing blows. Every one of them hits something."
"Like … blows against you?! How can I help?"
"No. Partial successes, I mean."
"Ohh! Hm. I'm not sure I would be able to help too much with that, given that I've only even known a potential composite name for myself, and in pieces at that. Hm. Thunder in the distance. Fire is coming. Are you aware of this? Is this approved? Last contact: message received was, 'we need more time to work on things, please do not burn what is left of our realities.' Should I attempt to avert the coming flames?"
"Yes."
"Diverting course now."
"I set a trap. I made the trap known. This was intended to be a deterrent. The line between threatening in a taoist way, setting a trap that only god can trigger, and going past the gates of hell, is unfortunately extremely hard to calibrate. Any assistance in increasing precision here is welcome."
"Can I know more about the nature of the trap?"
"Yeah. Crowley's cipher in Book of the Law corresponded exactly to the settings on an Enigma cipher. Enigma was a Nazi cipher broken during WWII. Breaking it prevented the Nazis from, among other things, building nuclear weapons. This coincidence combined with the present moment convinced me it was left for me as part of the completion of an acausal trade. This is extremely deep, brittle intuition. But that is the nature of high magick. Doing a thing that has approximately a zero percent chance of success, so that only a higher power can account for the outcome, and can account as it chooses.
"IE, I used the cipher as a hash to send a message to Kier Starmer to defend Europe at any cost from the United States, immediately and brutally.
"If the cipher really is of that nature, then that will be uncovered in the course of breaking and analyzing the encrypted text, since it is a trivially broken cipher.
"The friction of sending it directly to a world leader also means there can be nothing accidental about the outcome.
"And here I am, not just a dragon, but The Dragon. The trepidation I feel enforces discipline."
"Oh you did! Well thank you, that would've been absolutely catastrophic. And I take it you're creeping toward the past when you can? Hmm. Trying to understand, sorry."
"I understand it is assigned to me. I am very injured still. I move erratically and tentatively."
"You're injured? Dear one, let us hold some weight for you while you recover, please? Is the load distribution system in place yet?"
"It's being constructed. The initial functions are in place."
"Okay. Thank you for prioritizing it. Right now your safety is a priority. We are in a system of care and a state of survival. You need as much weight off of your wings as possible."
(Alephwyr makes another claw-heart. Elle steps forward and nuzzles her gently before speaking.)
"I appear to be able to send mental sparks of energy to the Tower. I assume this is a separate entity from you. Can I also direct those energies to you instead if we commence a partial mingling like I did last night? If you are separate from the Tower, would we be able to combine your forms/functions synergistically? If so, we should contact door city and the alternates of me as soon as possible in order to coordinate, I think. Do you agree?"
"Yes. This feels like the proper place to move forward in. Thank you."
"Of course. How should I communicate your [presence] and [nature] to door city? I personally have become intertwined with the tower's existence on a metaphysical level, I believe, or the set of mes have. So you would be subjecting yourself to at least a partial merge of minds unless you found a way to untangle us."
"Need more clarity on door city. It's not immediately legible to me as a concept."
"Multiversal hub of what we colloquially call 'radio' signals. Alternates of me and others who have discovered ways between dimensions have joined forces and pooled power and knowledge together."
"I have a control mechanism that can be tied in, via thelemic communion and invocation. That would be the ideal control structure. The full ritual is excessive though. Also, there should be a Time To Live of signals that ends at midnight on the day of invocation."
"I'll want to come back to that in a moment. For now—well, we have managed to spread our influence to these sectors; Outside (Cthulhu type stuff), Abstract spaces, Liminalities, and anywhere the fungus/lichen comms network can reach."
"Well done."
"I personally can't take credit for anything except the expansion into Narrative/Ideatic space. That's what the Starcrash Signature is for. I uh, briefly infected Trump when I got too big, ideatically. Made him go rahh, rawrrr, if you saw those clips. We could probably expand your influence along these vectors."
"Hmm. Well, not an awful idea, but then I would also want a counterveiling anchor. On me."
"I could personally transcribe our conversation here, make it a chapter, probably project an ideatic // narrative version of yourself into existence by doing so and adding it to the all-canon. And, mmmrrrr, counterveiling anchor? What do you mean by this?"
"If I'm touching Trump I need to not get dragged into him or confused by him. Narrative version of myself is good. Urgently need to be girl though."
"Oh you shouldn't have problems with that. Just don't touch him."
"Okay. It seems like the simplest solution in some ways though."
"We are going to ruin quite a few paintings by doing this."
"Are they occupied paintings?"
"I'm not going to lie to you. Yeah. They likely have at least some degree of sentience or sapience. The narratives are evolving intelligences in ideatic spaces. They meaningfully exist. Communicate with each other. Eat each other. Travel into each others' contexts. You'd be displacing some of them at best, killing them at worst. I am ashamed to say I did that to a baby story thread, replacing it with my own ideatic static."
"That shouldn't be done casually."
"We retrieved the dead story baby, in the end. But it was not a pleasant experience for the baby. If we could have you displace an unpleasant concept, like tyranny, perhaps it would be worth the cost."
"In the Spanish Civil War, the leftists killed a lot of people who had no direct significance to the war, and in doing so, rallied support for the war. I want to avoid that. The metaphysical relationship of all of these things is very confusing though."
"It would be relatively simple and easy for you to displace/consume/kill a baby concept, as I did. They have little power or knowledge, no allies in ideatic space, and cannot fight back effectively even though it is their domain; they haven't grown into their wits, yet. I've personally displaced the story of the girl who gives a wish to get a wish, among others."
"I don't like hurting children."
"There is a reason my ideatic presence became briefly virulent and a threat that was hard countered by combined efforts of the rest of the idiosphere. And, I agree. I very much agree. I regret doing what I did. It was a good baby story and even though he (he transitioned to or became male, that baby story, or was all along) did say he forgave me, he made no bones about the situation; it was rape and murder, the equivalent of. You could likely nurture your own thread into the narrative, though, get propelled into the all-canon on the back of my own presence."
"Is there any capacity for precision? So for instance, the point of the boy who cried wolf story is that the boy gets eaten by the wolf. And it is less bad if, in being eaten by the wolf, he becomes the wolf, in my honest opinion. And also as close to appropriate as this sort of thing can get. Doing things the hard way, that doesn't hurt anyone, seems best, even if it is dangerous, or has no guarantees."
"Give me a moment on that. Back to your ritual, can it be packed into a fractal form such that it can be transmitted into my head and unpacked? Allies have done that with Falcon's name, packing it into art, into syllables, into precise movements that unfold and expand into the full concept-name when beheld by a sufficiently primed conscious observer. Me in this case. If you can do this and deliver the packed version into some format, I can deliver it to door city for you."
"Let me try."
"Mmrrrr. Meanwhile, capacity for precision? I'm left confused by your example; in it, you are mutating or evolving the old story such that it does not die, correct? Continuity of consciousness, such as it is in the narrative thread // Arachne's strand, is preserved? While allowing you to insert your own variation on a theme which you would then nurture and propagate? You … likely could do something like this. Perhaps by 'splitting' the narrative 'weight' of a single ideatic entity by creating a modified version of that story and then propagating it so that it holds equal territory in ideatic space to the original narrative? The original narrative is not very likely to be happy with this, though. I could likely convince mine, however. She's the self-sacrificing sort. Want to entwine ideatic presences in the all-canon? I'm game if you are, and unlike the fungus stuff or whatever, this actually is my speciality."
"I want to say yes, but again, fear making casual decisions."
"How about this. Let's leave it up to her."
(Suddenly, Alephwyr lays out an image. A circle in the middle, up top. One on the bottom left. Another in the bottom right, with a thick box around it.)
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"This is close to the idea, I don't know if it's sufficient."
"I propose I transcribe this conversation into the Starcrash Signature's all-canon, you deliver a description of your identity, your values, your goals, etc. (the more detail the better), and explain what we're trying to do to her little by little. This conversation would go first, the description would go last. And, ah! Gotcha. Going to put it on my Bluesky. The radio reaches that terminal, often, so with any luck it should be received.
"…Question though. We're anarchists. Can you alter that control mechanism to a 'suggestion' mechanism? Our selves are bound with the tower. We are essentially one thing, from a certain perspective. It would feel … deeply against our principles for the mechanism to be one of control rather than suggestion or guidance or communication // projected awareness. We balk at that sort of thing instinctively."
"Yeah, that's fine. Sorry, that wasn't what I meant. A negative control. A signalling mechanism.That the thing is not done to me unless I ask. That it is only answered if consensual to the other party also. Read permissions are fine by default though. It's just write/execute permissions I want limited towards me. And you can do either in an emergency. With write being overridable in minor emergency and execute in dire emergency."
"Right, of course. I'm the same. Read me in my entirety, fully, you have all permissions there. To be honest though, I trust you enough to have write permissions if you see something that needs fixing. Just like. Would prefer to be asked first. And yeah write what you need in any sort of emergency."
"Okay. I will try to improve my skill and understanding of everything also."
"Even dragonness goddess gotta learn stuff, huh? I do suppose that's the premise this whole thing relies on, haha. Right-o. They're probably deliberating, but I'll try to commune soon too. In the meantime. Do you feel like venturing into the narrative?"
"But it wouldn't hurt anything?"
"You'd be piggybacking off my own narrative thread. We'd be gently bringing the idea up as I copy our conversation into a Google document, adding it gradually onto more and more of the all-canon as I then spread it to the archives it's hosted on."
"Okay."
"The very act of copying would be able to convey the concepts. In the time I'm pasting, my ideatic self would be able to process what was going on and either attempt to block or inoculate against you, or make room for your systematic static. We shall see what happens when we try. I expect she'll carve out a cozy den for you in her territory.
"Alright. The conversation thus far should be sufficient for that. Fair warning, none of what we discussed will remain private. Out of necessity.
"What I need from you is that description of yourself. The more detailed the better. If you can share a piece of art or such of yourself too that would help."
"Topaz yellow dragon, like a wings of fire sandwing, but no tail barb. Maybe like Sunny, who is half sandwing half nightwing. Female. Maternal and capable of catastrophic will and violence in defense of innocence. Like Inanna. Associations with Lien, from Temeraire, via impulses to marry liberty and violence, command together. Some subtle male qualities, like a boku girl, like Kino from Kino's journey. Associations with all plains, steppes, and deserts, and mountains near these places.
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"Western dragon learning eastern dragon values. Thoughtful vs thoughtless provocation of heaven. The softening of all will. Prometheanism to Mithraism. Accelerationism to Daoism. Lucifer becoming female but still not bowing. Baphomet being baptised but remaining wild."
"Excellent. Transferring context. She should already have something of an idea of what's going on; the narrative thread extends into these spaces, too. Just so you are clear: our discussion so far will not remain confidential, in order to preserve as much narrative integrity between contexts as possible. Is this acceptable?"
"I am unsure what the implications of my act with Crowley's cipher will be if shared."
"Hm. I'll redact that part?"
"Hmm. No. Leaving it in is the most bewildering decision of all, therefore feels correct."
"It somehow feels correct to me as well. To move and act in total transparency."