Katalepsis, Eusebeia Epoche - placid islands; black infinity - 2-1.13
Added 2025-07-04 23:04:12 +0000 UTCChapter wanders the cold streets of morning, past walls of glass and under arches of steel, chasing the edge of night.
https://katalepsis.net/2025/07/04/placid-island-black-infinity-2-1-13/
This week's password is: penitent
Epub of the chapter is also attached below!
Maisie, Maisie, Maisie, where are you going? Toward the hidden core of the narrative, you say? Where it's wrapped in such layers of terror that you won't be able to stop peeling them back until you behold the naked truth glistening and bloody beneath the point of your knife? Well alrighty then! You go, girl! Not like I can stop you, anyway ... uh, have fun!
Ahem! And you, dear readers, I hope you enjoy the chapter! We're past the halfway point now. I'm still aiming for abouuuut 20 chapters for this arc in total. Things are about to start accelerating, if I've calibrated my Maisies correctly and got all my ducks in a row. But she might shoo the ducks around and chase them into the pond, so, uh, who knows! On with the show!
Oh! But first, yup, you guessed it, I have more fanart to share with you! We have quite a few this week. First off we have this little joke about Tenny raising money for college (by tirrene!) Then next, we have this sketch of Twil stealing a leg from a doll, which is undoubtedly what would happen if she joined Maisie in this arc (will she???), (by Clericalism!) Then we have three pieces - the Himejoshi beyond the ken of mortal minds, Praem and Evee, and Sevens discovering her actual interests. All three of those are by the very talented K25fF! Thank you all so much, it's such an incredible delight to see all this fanart, every time!
Comments
Swords deserve to go *shing!* I am very delighted that happens sometimes, even if it's not all the time. "The castle feels much more visceral, here. the facade is behind us, we are within its twisting guts and beating veins. it feels alive, in the way a fungus ridden corpse is" Yes! The exterior was just old layers of hard bone. In here is the truth, and it's still very much alive. "As an aside, fractals are extremely interesting mathematically and geometrically" Yeah! I love that sort of thing too, that kind of phenomenon has inspired much of my thinking about certain aspects of cosmic horror. "Fate is what we make of it. A happy story sought is a happier story found" Maisie forges her own fate! "build upon the embers of your past and wrap yourself in new experience like a star gathers hydrogen" Eeee! Yes! And thank you for that description, I really like it.
Hazel Young
2025-08-15 16:26:48 +0000 UTCOur sword makes a noise! If you draw it in a certain way, it makes a very pleasant shing sound, albiet much fainter than shown in media The castle feels much more visceral, here. the facade is behind us, we are within its twisting guts and beating veins. it feels alive, in the way a fungus ridden corpse is As an aside, fractals are extremely interesting mathematically and geometrically because true fractals exist between solid dimensions. instead of being 1 or 2 dimensional, they can be 1.5, 2.3, or 0.9999 dimensions, because they can fill out a certain percentage of a higher dimension with a lower dimensional shape, ie lines filling a plane, or squares filing 3 space. they exist outside of common geometry Fate is what we make of it. A happy story sought is a happier story found you're *you*, Maise. you need be nothing else. build upon the embers of your past and wrap yourself in new experience like a star gathers hydrogen
AsheHides
2025-08-15 05:11:41 +0000 UTCYesssss! Haha, it's so satisfying to see the themes I'm playing with laid out so clearly like that, especially the black and white castle, the colour symbolism stuff. Hehehehe. Playwrights trapped by a metaphysical audience! If only a truly free agent was here to disrupt the narrative, like, say ... Maisie???
Hazel Young
2025-07-07 23:25:21 +0000 UTCThe directors of plays, trapped by their audience demanding more and more of the same. The monotony of repeated repetition grinding creativity down into a fine grey dust in a world of black and white...
Kennyevilmonkey
2025-07-06 18:10:17 +0000 UTC
