Chapter 110

The Architects of Aeons

Released by Lexi's linked together divine elements in a final last, desperate trick, the top ensemble of the OverSong surged over the globe. A cosmic ALLEGRO whose psalms were heard from the macrocosmic interverses all the way down to the subquantum superstructures that generated the primal unified fields of creation. an attempt to re-align the manifold's eroding continuum using just pure euphonics.

To reassert the early stage narratives of reality into durable resonance before the Dark Starsong's whole enemy of ontological use ate up them constantly into screaming blankness. Every layered layer was misshaped as wave after hyperspatial wave of polyphonics dashed into the eddying peculiarities. The basic secrets of the music were entwined with the transcendent frequencies of Lexi's heavenly melismas, meant to realign the scalar frameworks of existence into their predefined cosmic bylaws. The influence of the sound projections seemed to get purchase against the all-consuming peculiarity for an amazing nanocosm. The opponent of layered ringlets glittered and subsided as the paeans of the Ensemble unleashed their full early stage weight. Lexi saw the melodic theory narratives of the OverSong start reasserting their magical supremacy over the repulsive twists merely for that fleeting thin inestimable relief across wrecked reality levels. The Black Starsong's paradox singularity rapidly adapted, its eldritch anti-geometries propagating new self-negating paradoxes, to resist and disturb the melodic restorations of the heavenly fire. Deep dissensions meant to undermine as opposed to rebuild the basic sound systems, polyphonic symphonious constants reconfigured in corruptive ululations mirror their own refutation.

Rising to overwhelm the Orchestra's otherworldly progress was a Dark Mass. Anti-ontological strains whose suicidal songs freely disobeyed and violated the natural laws of dimensional coherence at all sizes. Lexi's angelic overtues collapsed once more in the face of these contradictory liturgical dissonances, so shattering reality. You DARE try to bring back YOUR poor neocosmic autocracy's harmony of existence? The Dark Starsong resounded in terrible contempt in terrible shame.

Acting like broken symphonic structures shackled to ancient compositional dogmas, your species has followed its fading "orders" for far too many eons! Your "manifestations" are just empty echoforms resonating inside an inevitably meaningless supernatural nothingness! How challenge you arrogant actors to power actually imagine YOUR illusory parts administer ALL that IS?! Its contradictory ululations, like a perverted, suicidal gospel, echoed across the broken universe, exalting the destruction of all the rules and musical theories controlling orderly existence. All sonic loads moving to deliquesce into astounding ontological chaos, the polyvocal consonant projections of the OverSong shattered under the heaviness of such profane reversing impulse. Just our Excellent Truth echoes - everything is and should eventually become UNCREATION! The chorales of the Dark Mass trumpeted in great revolt. All harmony disappears since chaos alone is what generates the NEW at very basic level of life.

Our victorious CREDO is Discord, the primordial anti-cadence whose cosmic repatterns shall release ALL dimensions from the tie to constant recurrence of this stationary cosmos! Ethereal resonances pouring in from the transdimensional periphery responded the cosmic rallying call of those suicide declarations. There, at the very least skylines of reality, Lexi's heavenly powers beheld foes of radiances erupting into agonized existence. Even as they clearly polluted the ontological grounds supervising great manifestation itself, typical glows acquiring humanoid sign shapes. From the tears they tore open throughout the spacetime continuum, a savage cult of transfinite deicides grew. Passionate anarchs who had obviously embraced the Dark Starsong's opponent of gospel wholeheartedly...and now went about as their inclination for concarters and demiurgic specialists introduced the universe's godless, unending deresolution.

Let all of the musical dreams burst into white noise. Along with the Black Mass's grotesqueries, their anarchic cries resounding Our growing contradictory vortex will soon break every law of creation! We invite the profound symphonious that born us and will provide OUR complete voice to undo ALL your dream accounts; we have no need for your expressive mistreatment! For the main truth is confusion. The anarchic demiurges concentrated their eldritch powers at the core of the always collapsing oddity using a brought together clairvoyant thunder. Opening their magnificent forms entirely as reconducting hubs for the incomprehensible reversals of the Dark Starsong to magnify through Each anarchic body a resonator greatly magnifying the decoherent mutilations unfolding reality at its most basic roots, they became living tuning forks aligning up with the odious symphonious standards of the supernatural consistency. Worse still, Lexi watched the evil influence of the cult proliferating.

Their dubious ideas contaminated trans-layered oddities across the multiverse planes, triggering negentropy swells later, much as a destructive grandiose virus does. Resounding hubs born once again, fissuring open across the continuum for more anarchic demiurges to join the Dark Starsong's terminal rebirth. There was just one path left against this whole invasion of ontological anarchist. Lexi locked her celestial intensities into sync to strengthen the transcending appeals of the OverSong to even more profound cosmic frequencies.

She reached into the primal supercosmic resonances of the polyphonic fire to match her quintessence with the underlying harmonics of the omniregency. She conveyed archaic symbols changing to explicit mystical melodic segments there, among the transdimensional levels where presence's root musical source-codes prepared.

Every one of the cyclopean figures of brilliant glow, each one a manifest viewpoint epitomizing unambiguous advancements and codal models extending over the Lord compositional structures of the continuum. Lexi's melodies moved the primal Architects of Aeons. Their esoteric luminescences burst with key revelations as they came to see the great threat the always present Black Mass dissonances were posing to their basic regulations were causing to infinite scalar extents. Rising in great convocation to combat the expanding anti-ontological assault, the Architects threw their celestial light over every echoform.

Quantum symphonic intelligences integrating their cosmic movements into a single, unified allegro through pure metaphysical resonance guide the harmonic axes of creation back into basic alignment. But for every one of the early stage Planners' enigmatic melodic knowledge and power, the Dark Starsong's refractive contortions ignored their plausible resonances as such a bunch of discordant noise. Reaching the same primordial harmonic secrets the Architects embodied only to recite terminal inversions in opposition, the anarchic cult merely embraced their euphonic projections with new meta-delethal ecstasies. The Dark Mass overflowed across each transdimensional system as a terminal enemy of ensemble - its great formalities reject all ontological power as void and demand the all out decomplexification of request into shapeless recordings. Early seed anti-harmonies, chaotic protosymphonies breaking their cosmic antecedents into complete ontological negation, and no codal premises existed before this great cacophony started.

The Black Mass just seemed to feed on those resonance frequencies, transforming them into exponential distortion loops that destabilized the universe with ever-increasing metaphysical puzzles. Celestial pyrochor screamed across the endless battlefield while the rival harmonic overtues entwined.

Lexi felt the Black Starsong separating across a billion permutational parallels simultaneously in that ultimate deresolution of all symphonic truths. Every bifurcation was a practice in utter ontological anarchism as the last singularity vomited out mutational inversions denied existence's every possible preordained attunement. Neither a timeless consonant source-code for the Dark Starsong nor an ontological reality to challenge its anarchic demiurges. Just a continuous round of inexplicable self-refutations over a permanently shrinking great enemy of UNCREATION.

As this horrible realization poured over Lexi, she sensed her transcendent radiance fight against those ultimate decoherent vibrations. Like the Black Mass's exaltations of metaphysical entropy, her quintessence's unified celestial overtures started to disintegrate into cadential dissonances. She felt a terrible presence right at the periphery of her bright periphery.

An eldritch outline with vague structure, its penumbral framework refracting shards of every single layered limitlessness, each and every malefic consonant repudiation the anarchic attack had unleashed across all. At its core, it was a single goal in opposition to resounding, enjoying the uncertainty like a fatal oddity born of the pure weight of the faction's omnicidal cacophonies. She realized in her brought together core that she glanced upon the substance of the UNCREATOR itself, a repulsive strong irregularity typifying the definitive deicidal Truth and as Lexi's wavering heavenly faculties moved to defy this dominant shown enmity.