In the sky above Alisandre Capital, there were Dragons betwixt Dragons around Dragons. People recognized their elements, and were seen by them. Bursting with inexplicable unaccountable joy, they could see all the connections and relationships. A feeling, or many feelings, returned to the world. Things felt so alive again, and whole – more whole than in eight hundred years. There was a shimmer of sensation, like gongs ringing from every direction.

This revelation of Dragons felt like something that had never happened, and surely had happened not too long ago. People may have forgotten, but they hoped they would remember. It was everything. There were: tears, smiles, hollers, falling to knees, hugs, dropping things, togetherness, instantaneous breakdown and healing. Was it music?

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everything fused together – – – this moment – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
the elements all in place – – – destinies fused – – – meeting everything
an unprecedented meeting – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – moment grasped

rediscovering relation – – – unexpected unforeseen – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
embodying elements – – – and we are all out together – – – unforeseen blessing
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – in relation again – – – / / / – – – / / / – – – fused focus

universe unforeseen – – – elements unbound – – – here, and this happens here with us
propitious meeting – – – relation keeping – – – at this very moment

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time is part of the dimensions in which – – – persons sovereign – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
we move, and it has its significance – – – spanning time – – – sovereign domain
worthy of our notice – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – time interlocked

forging coexistence – – – we meet in our multiplicity – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
traversing dimensions – – – multitudes in coexistence – – – coexistence intrinsic
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – of sovereign selves – – – dimensions unfold

living multitudes – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – magnitudes of expression
delicate multiplicity – – – multitudes hail – – – the relationships between things
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – multiplicity evident – – – and the things themselves

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levels of understanding – – – courses intertwining – – – reflections speaking
understanding each other – – – growing understanding – – – intertwining flowers

fortuitous concurrence – – – brilliance of our reflections – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
blinding brilliance – – – scales to scales, arpeggio juxtaposition – – – tesselation resolving
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – tesselation correlation concurrence – – – understanding solidarity

seamless tesselation – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – light from without, light from within
rippling reflections – – – brilliance employed – – – translucence, vibrance radiance
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – concurrence branching – – – intertwining braided enmeshed

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the spell is broken, the banishment – – – feeling cosmic – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
our voices are clarified – – – / / / – – – intricate spell – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
and move through the planes again – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – natural mystic
in the way that is natural – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – cosmic horizon

expanding expression – – – and there is a new ripple in the water – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
puzzle clarified – – – moving amongst our beings – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – a stone dropped into the lake – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – the waves move toward the stone – – – emanating vibration
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – pulsing stone emanating – – – spell working

effulgence emanating – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – we are the waves and we are the stone
totally natural – – – clarified substance – – – the expression of the everything
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – expression blossoming – – – in cosmic dance here, unfurling

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we welcome the now – – – outward see – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
we notice the direction – – – genuine welcome – – – receive information
we are and we receive – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – see matters

necessity happens – – – celebrate and meditate – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
point notice – – – this here now is how – – – celebrate invention
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – how it happens – – – welcome news

live celebrate – – – notice oneself – – – if we are here and we can see
perceive receive – – – happens constantly – – – then we are here to see

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the presence imminent – – – rotating spheres – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
of the occurrence – – – invited presence – – – phenomena interacting
bound into our transference – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – spheres overlapping

needed change – – – ascendence of the phenomena – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – .
interactive transference – – – transcribed through observation – – – observation processing
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – feel it through our selves – – – presence propinquitous

nurturing observation – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – the change in the sky
extraordinary phenomena – – – transference fulfilled – – – like the change in the world,
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – change throughout – – – the turning of the spheres
. – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / . . . / / / – – – / / / – – – the turning of our beings

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Somewhere within the energy lines connected to Raev through the bioware of his self-experimentation with Vedani embedments, something big went live. A resonation crescendoed, and you know what, he grab-connected and used it. It felt of transgate magnitude, deep and high. In the course of his transformation to become who people called Signalman, he had attuned to sendsinging well enough to possess intuitive rhythms with the flow of intergalactic transit. This was part of developing uncanny senses of how to direct his people through operations, safely or in secrecy. This surge came to him through that sense; it wasn’t something verbal or visual, though complex enough to occupy wide puzzleboards, while simple enough to occur instantaneously.

He didn’t know what it was, but it was something powerful. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he may as well give it everything. The ingot in his outstretched fist glowed through its swirling melt fractures with the energy he sent through it. Softly, it seemed, it landed a touch against the emblem on King Proxem Grant Vario’s chest.

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What just happened?
What. Just. Happened?!
MITOSIS
Of a planetoid?
The Spheraeonic Planetoid In The Aetherscape Mitosed When We Fed It Enough Activity
Or when we did the right thing…
How are we handling this?
How are you handling this?
I’m Jumping Up And Down
I can hear it.
The harmony!
I can feel it, hooo.
Let’s… Party.
We may need to let off some steam.

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The lump of phronium between them, Raev closed the last measure of distance. Holding it there, his extending fingers snagged the edge of the emblem to draw Vario nearer. Posture opening, Sturlusson clamped the stump of his right arm over the King Proxem’s shoulder, pinning the phronium and wrapping his left around a weapon-bearing arm. He was hardly worrying where those blades might be aiming in this stretching moment, with the active metal between their chests.

The current within Raev’s motions – in connection with his greater being, also concentrating through the phronium amalgam – beat through his heart. There was a tone, multiplying in magnitudes as it doubled, that resonated between and throughout his heart and mind. He let the song of the vibration flow, because it was part of the power of the moment. He might have felt Grant Vario’s heartbeat become a part of this growing energy as well – that seemed like what that was. It felt like there now existed two different linked energetic worlds that originated from the same one – a split in time that was also a split in place, that also now contained them.

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A flash murmur ignited among the Kao-Sidhe especially attracted to an extreme anomaly of relevance. In an interdimensional manner not unlike that of Dragons, they too may manifest. For this, a great many suddenly did, to observe as they ought through eyes upon eyes upon eyes, on the occasion of this very unusual occurrence. They watched what may only happen once.

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The edge at the side of Dusk-Arrow’s foremost point sliced a thread, there in the back shoulder zone of the King Proxem’s tailored blazer, between chains. Soleil let the sword bite, her body following in contorted catapult. Was this the only way? Would this be the best way? What exactly was happening? This is it.

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Vario’s weapons shifted from their target by degrees as he turned attention to address the imminent intrusion that was Raev Sturlusson. Soleil altered her motion into a manipulative twist, and Dusk-Arrow connected against instead of through her father’s body, turning him and turning against him. The sword slid along, seeking a new vulnerability, pushing him into disadvantage. She hung onto her chances in the moment with a finger’s pressure, the blade doing the work.

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What Plexus had given them was a plug-and-play formula, optimized for their systems. This wavelength, in its effect through various machine users, had multiple interacting differentials on several planes. Most had been recorded to a predictable degree, while some were in stages of development for greater understanding. With acuity of intention, it had a power for realization – a clarifying effect, which made it possible to circumvent several layers of code. It was actually a simplifier, and vibrationally organic, so it also unified systems. It was the boost they were looking for in many ways, and not a moment too soon after the Aquari emergencies. Ultimately, across the board, this was power to the people. This could be, and would be, utilized.

The patch was going through ship drives of their official and unofficial conglomerate partners, as well as the translocation gates. It was so easy it could happen all at once, in one coordinated upload, all on the Synchrony. It was on fast track for ASAP, and as soon as possible had come. It was synergistic.

“It’s on, now,” said one of the team.

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“I read the document that I received via signal, but I want to see what you have here now.” King Proxem Vario’s sheathed blades swung lightly on each hip as he approached.

With blades, as trained by your own masters. It was just the two of them, facing each other over this decision. Historically, any other rule had been built or bent for such rare occasions as these.

The possibility of hope brushed Soleil’s otherwise neutral face, and she dropped the scroll a little further on its ribbon as he approached. She unshouldered Dusk-Arrow and let it rest at an angle to one side, tip to floor. The King Proxem stepped within the Princess Ascendant’s guard. She let the scroll drop to rest in her father’s outstretched palm.

Grant Vario took the scroll back a few paces with him. He undid the ribbon and pen, found the top of the text, and let the rest of the scroll fall gently open. It just barely brushed the floor. He felt the edges of the good vellum as he inched it up, reading. The collated sections glowed with fresh ink. Soleil felt the heft of the hollowed greatsword in her fastened grip. She gave the moment the time it needed.

“This is well crafted,” said the King Proxem. He hefted the pen and looked eye-to-eye with his daughter. “It’s very good.” He made sure the pen worked, then set it to the patch of rag in the signing frame and laid down his florid signature, the one for historical documents. King Proxem Grant Vario curlicued the final flourish, closed the pen, and softly laid the scroll down on the floor. Eyes on Soleil, he placed his hands on his weapons, breathing deeply. Soleil drew up and tightened her stance.