Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Vael’s Journal — Page 46

 

Archived beneath the flowering pool, sealed with Deepwake spores and aetherlight ink.


“The wind tonight carries whispers I did not plant.”

The garden bloomed wrong this morning.
The spiral-lilies opened too early.
The pool hummed before dawn—one long breath, like the ocean was listening.

I have come to trust these signs. The Aether stirs when something is about to shift.
And shift it did.

The Enclave met tonight.
They arrived not as councilors, but as fragments—each carrying a wound shaped like a different future.

We met in the inner vault. Beneath the flowering pool. Past the breathlocked stone. Past the laughter of the warding vine.

The following is a record—coded, if the Cradle’s spies ever breach the green.


๐Ÿ—️ Enclave Notes (Encrypted Summary – Spoken by Vael)

  • Amari (Flamekeeper):

    “The Surge is accelerating in Sector V. Not natural. Someone is feeding it. Possibly a synthetic god-seed buried beneath the slums.”

  • Eloen (Weaver of Bones):

    “The Aether Choir is missing three children. Not dead—dreaming wrong. Pulled too deep. We suspect Cradle reactivation of the Sleep Protocol.”

  • Vael (Emissary):

    “The boy with eyes of silver has not spoken in three days. He draws spirals in the soil and whispers to someone we cannot see. I believe he’s hearing the Second Song.

  • Liren (Archivist):

    “A Relic was stolen. A mask—hollow, metal, singing. One of ours betrayed us. Or… was rewritten.”


๐ŸŒ’ Reflections After the Meeting

Amari believes war is inevitable.
Eloen wants to collapse the Cradle’s psychic web before it wraps the next generation in obedience.
Liren fears that the memory-eaters have returned.

And me?

I sat in silence as the vines curled tighter around the vault pillars.
I thought of my brother—Aerin—still above. Still dreaming of light.

If he hears the Second Song too, I will have to choose soon.
Brother or cause. Flame or garden.


๐Ÿ“– Personal Echo — Private, Unreadable Without My Blood

“They asked if I believe the Aether can forgive us.”
I don’t.
But I think it still loves us.
And maybe that’s worse.

Vael, Emissary of the Deepwake
Keeper of the Garden, Guardian of the Echo-Rooted Flame

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