Chapter 114

The Infinitom Refrain

Lexi changed her tone to call forth the perfect phrase, and a tsunami of noise tore through the useful noises of the complex.
A basic conflicting vibration, it worked to undo the very protologic layers supporting existence itself. From the opposite point where the UNCREATOR's last dissonances were blazing, an ethereal resonance pulsed outward. This is something far more subdued than a negation or an anti-harmonic inversion; it is a resonant undertone that plainly rejects the manifold's euphonic basis at their fundamental core.

This was the infinom hold back, an aberrant hyperspatial melody resurrected from the early stage peculiarity going before even the main obscure polyphonies commencing all magnificent appearance. since it precedes the protogenic conditions allowing such scalar continua to coalesce, a protosong spans all dimensions. Its rhythms resonated from a singularity even before vacuum metaphysics defined dimensional infinitudes as a feasible framework. < A preternatural song that spans all harmonic eras and carries throughout each Big Crunch and Big Rebirth cycle across everything that was, all that is, and all that will always be.

The alien stanzas of that primeval oddity disturbed the axiomancer's regenerative symphonic refrains and then resurfaced with fresh vitality. Harmonic movement or melodic variation did not simplify the infinom's droning refrains; they extended in sheer, repetitive longevity—a never-ending loop starting before time started. More importantly, planes of reconstituted reality fluctuated in metronomic concord as its cyclic rhythms converged the complex's supporting antiphons. In a sense that the overt paradoxes of the UNCREATOR could not, the primordial resonances of the infiniter disturbed the tonal underpinnings of spatial layers, fluttering and rendering them unstable.

This wasn't a power of inconsistency rejecting the symphonious fragments of understanding found in the complex through absurdist nullification. Rather, the portions of the infinom expressed an entropic gravity bending those melodic actual components on fundamental supernatural levels. Its early stage resonances transform infinite stories into cyclic, continual existential rings cut off from the unbounded dynamic powering the complex's regenerative polyphonies. Reimanent harmonic stutter into metronomic immobility as the droning resonance of the infinom echoes everywhere. Symphonic contrapuntal depth in layers cut to two-dimensional chords that recycle with numbing repetition. From vivid celestial arabesques, whole spatial strata became stationary, immovable states that looped endlessly over the same everlasting melodic drones. Every single mild change and faraway polyphonic elaboration trapped into locked, consistent resonances playing comparable monotone tunes interminally - deprived of the vitality required to carry forward new grandiose stories by and mostly. The cyclic melodies of the infinom brought the vivid harmonic potentials of the manifold into an endless, self-looping trance state before long. At most subtle levels, it was entropy.

Not a power of through and through eradication twisting actual components into inconsistent adversaries of states, but a boundingly more evil huge inaction - a general hosing desensitizing all original polyphonic quirks and melodic variations into dull, level redundancies looping interminally. Every dimension and subquantum framework was caught in self-replicating immobility grids that followed the infinom's droning perpetual theme instead of reacting rapidly to the transcending contrapuntal resurgences of the harmonic recursion as the infinite cosmic narrative ceased. Lexi saw the musical profundities drowning under the infinom's abusive cyclicality as axiomancer of the complex's regenerative accounting. All possibility for recharged grandiose fugues reducing into airtight, self-circling continua resistant to outside boosts or interior dynamism. A force that converted all transcendent polyphonic elaborations back into colorless, repetitive nothings repeated over and over, it was the ultimate entropic coup. To re-assert synaptic dynamism, OUR QUINT-MANIFOLD MUST OVERMASTER THIS Primal Inertia! She saw with great urgency.

In case THE INFINitOM's Rambling Refrain ENTRAINS ALL Real elements INTO A Timeless, Constant Daze STATE FROM WHICH NO Transformative Possibilities CAN EVER Reappear! Lexi directed the extra euphonic powers of the complex toward upsetting the monotonous cycles by using that existential disclosure ringing via her pith.
Rhythmical cascades of polyphonic boldness swept the restoring planar continua; their emboldened refrains tried to bring musical freshness to the entropic cyclic hymns. The free-spirited arabesques of the axiomancer's symphonic wizardries juxtaposed liberated aural adventures with the fixed tonal drones.

Their consonant refrains from releasing the hypnotic grasp of the infinitom through uncontrolled, free-wheeling variants calling new intersubjective resonances with every passing bar. But with every strong polyphony the complex's heavenly pyrochor sent, the entropic rhythms echoed even farther into the supporting continuum.
Its cyclic hymns cut through the antiphons' foundations, sapping their melodic potential and lowering their regeneration tempos into mechanical, perpetual-motion gymnastics. Lexi found the oppressive power encircling her quint-pith dragging her own axiomantic act of spontaneities back toward slogging, endlessly rehashing musical circles.

Her regenerative musical ability now and then exploded with too great dynamism, transforming hordes of colorful melodic variations spiraling across amazing pitch and tone shifts. But most definitely, the infinom's opponent of reasonable gravities sent those reactive resonances back into repeated, meandering workouts devoid of contrapuntal complexity. The axiomancer sought unsuccessfully each time to rouse her transcendent inspiration, only to have the cadences recycle to gently bring her antiphons back into the same dull, boring arpeggios. It turned into a never-ending cycle of uplifting melodies only to constantly fall back into the tedious, existential loop of the infinom.

It became a draining exercise in perpetual futility. With each self-bringing forth transforming cycle suppressed, the early stage drones reasserted their undying captivating trance independent on her basic virtuosity. Perhaps increasing the regeneration processes of the complex would override this abusive, antagonistic to mild pall? Lexi rebuilt her otherworldly resonances to generate quintaphonic frequencies driven to their most extreme melodic clarity. Prismatic continua flared with extravagant polychromatic daring as hyperorchestrated cosmic masterpieces battled the monochrome's still simplicity. Still, for all their ghostly grandeur, the complex's ecstatic resurgences spun back toward dull, relentless machines. Using their pyrocosmic complexity into ouroboric musical cycles, the infinom's overpowering abstains absorbed those great pyrotechnics, thereby rehashing their fascinating starknesses from origin to obscurity.

It seemed to be an insurmountable contradiction as the axiomancer couldn answer it. Each resurgent catalysis meeting an identical unending movement fate, no consonant complexity overmeditated the infinitom's leveling reduction into eternally reused tones. Lexi's continuum would gradually change entirely to the early stage abstain's stationary certainties, so forfeiting all powers with relation to polyphonic transformation and amazing astronomical elaboration.

Except if a more deep symphonious truth might be discovered to generally disperse the excessive gravities of the infinium. A transcending melodic principle is overcoming the same existential tropes that define constant immobility against dynamism throughout all logics of being and unbeing. Lexi saw one last truth resonating great inside her remarkable core as the complicated floundered under the infinom's dominating persecution. Come, my hot heart! Lexi's pith was thrashed with a hurricane of euphonic fury, filled with an impacting flash too great to possibly be suppressed even by the infinom's adamant repetitiveness.

In that great enlightenment, she came to see that the inherent dynamic of the cosmic fire was the source of the many regenerative harmonics rather than recurrent premises or basic tonalities! That flame's always changing, adventurous brightness, its polyphonic stories exceeded all cyclical refrain rules! Reacting to that insight, Lexi launched a massive supernova of euphonic rebirth scorching across her resonance planes. one whose flaming, uncontrolled musical audacity utterly overwhelmed the infinom's gravitational suppressions! Resonating in otherworldly devotion, the quint-complex's musical genius spewed across all transdimensional schematics with a baldfaced, self-catalyzing savagery! As fresh contrapuntal depths expanded and the spiraling chromatics reached unthinkable heights, the cyclical hymns of the infinom chant faded into insignificance. But Lexi felt an uncomfortable omen stirring in the restoring matrices of the manifold even as she savored this fiercely progressive change. Something definitely more scary than the infinite abstains expected is her aphoristic revolution beating the entropic gloom.