Throughout the darkness small flashes of light glimmer and twist, colors blending and spiraling, interweaving, as voices unheard by any ear spoke, minds more ancient than time itself spoke, minds, memories, thoughts, and emotions, alien in ways undreamt of by man.
"decision is needed, a course decided, we know to little", snippets of sentience waltzed through the shadows. "quorum, yes, quorum is needed, we shall decide", voices continue to come together, coalescing into a singular voice of such infinite power. Out of the shadows, colors, scintillating auroras flooded the room. If you could call it a room, the space was so immense, a capital class cruiser could fit, with an armada with it.
Particles began to move, spin and shift, morphing, and turning, twisting, forming and reforming, until the shadow of something began to form, in the center of the vast expanse of the chamber, as shadow became substance, any mind from old terra would know what they saw, an immense circle of crystalline prisms, each like a doorway, surrounding a center "stone", with an object floating above it. A construct fashioned of prisms, each gateway forming a Liminal threshold with ghostly floating imagery within of another time, or places. Images changing and flickering, within of worlds long gone, or yet to be.
Around the central dais a circle of incandescent lights, inside each a cloaked and cowled figures with mirrored curving masks concealing where a face might be, though these beings of incalculable age had long ago left the world where the need for bodies or forms were needed, energy, mind, all they needed, they of the entelechy, a word from a world long dead, meaning the realization of potential, the perfection in form, yet a word still with all it's limitations. The sleepers had long ago moved beyond words or language, knowing to awake and presume emergence, they must partake of a name, though binding themselves to a word seemed barbaric and low, still thier choice to enter the living sleep to await sentience breaching its self imposed liminality and chose awareness, this they believed had occurred, if true, thier time of awakening, emergence, and companionship had arrived.
First they must know, and this ones mind, her self was exceptional, though she did not yet realize her potential, she would, and in her ascension towards entelechy she would tell them of her world, and whether the time had come for within the concilliam some wished to continue the long sleep, minds traveling the edges of time and space while others, wished to heed the watchers, and wake and fulfill the legacy. The founders had left a legacy to the scions, was now the time? All of the enrobed minds looked towards the ever changing object above the dais, it's fractal patterns, and higher dimensions, folding and changing, ever shifting colors and shapes, angles, and curves folding and interweaving, the vinculum pulsed and glowed, flashed and twisted, never fixed, ever evolving, changing as the meta-concert of minds contained within.
Selves enfleshed for the first time in aeons, allowed thought to coalesce again. The many-as-one spoke in thoughts intertwined. "awake, yes, the interrogation, revealing, her minds fragile, no, stronger than she knows, yes, but we press to hard, the captain, yes, the captain, what happened, irrelevant, the verse, yes, yes, the verse, this we need, move forward, learn her world her crew, yes, tell us much, yes, but the secret, NO, always you and knowing, yes, knowledge, irrelevant, yes, yes, yes irrelevant, continue, learn from her, gentle, be gentle, she will show us, we must know, emergence, companionship, is it time, she is our voice, ambassador, yes, yes, duty, job, life-calling, agreement, agreed, agreed, agreed......agreed....", the voices slowly quitted, the last word nearly silent, an echo, of an echo not quite in agreement but only one paying the closest of attention would have felt the slow dissent, or noticed the strange pulse in the vinculum, unseen in aeons.
So long as one mind, now separated, it went unnoticed.
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