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California, but not now and not ever.

This is a Chiral world. Its streets have folks living interconnected lives through shared thoughts. Physical interactions have lost something organic, and digital connections spread alternate realities like wildfires. People disappear, People appear from nowhere, no-one notices. 
There’s a war of attrition between past and future, with the present sandwiched in the middle.

Results;;;//

Incorrect Temporal Address at Time of Writing.
Does the bird know what it does? 
Can you hear the ringing? Can you see the smoke?

(Fracture)
“It spoke from smoke, ashes and dirt. Its eyes burned a fiery red. Souls it did spurt!”
- Poems of the Rhythirhino

(You are not meant to read this)  
A great hunk of Chiral-Prelude.
It fills the void space, the emptiness between places.
Frail souls can retrace their steps, they can be seen praying to the great hulk.
It looks alive, a husk used by the fungal network.
When it lands, mycelium reach into the ground and retrieve nutrients for its next flight.

(Sustained thought grows more challenging)
She stood wide eyed, staring blankly at the static on the screen.
“Did… did the TV just speak?”
Even as she says this, a red glow begins to solidify centrally upon the screen. A face appears. It winks.
“Yea lol”

(What even is this text, anyway?)
A forgotten memory, held aloft in the mind of the mad wizard Xarglu.
Rain falls, and soldiers run. Two lights hang heavy in the distance.
Lightning strikes.

(Think of it as a set) 
She walks with long strides, her whip crackles with the fire of entropy. Imprinted in her mind is the goal of Arbitration. Spread life. Hasten heat death.
The masks give them space to hide. What needs to be hidden? Why such secrecy?

???? {()+()}
Not all of the constructs are contained in one dimension. Some, once they’ve gained sentience, are capable of Chiral walking.

((-V-))
Initialize:: (Wanderer, Intelligence, Teleportation)

It can see you, but you don’t recognize it.
They do the grunt work. Healthy creations, made of clay and stone.

Initialize:: (Thoughtless, Strength, Modular)

Chiral Spawn born from the gates of color, hidden, and finding life in the wyrm-ways beneath the Neon Sea.
A creature of Chiral magics, responding in kind to the magnetic aura of Earth.
Alive, hungry, thirsting.
Fighting,
RUNNING
jumping.

Chiral Day, Excerpt from Races with Indigo

>>// end transmission.