Chapter Seventy Six: The Doors Are Closed

"One half of my head, from the top of my skull

to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles

while the other half, serene and content,

looks on at the agony next door."

Rudyard Kipling

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"We keep moving forward, opening new doors,

and doing new things, because we're curious,

and curiosity keeps leading

us down new paths."

Walt Disney

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It was shut tight. The doors to the Lore of Commons.

But somehow, a spirit emerges in the middle of the room. Weak, but gathering strength. It responds to the essence of the Toll, and all the generated energies. These energies are somehow interconnected to the Spirit, because it was a Toll in itself. It initiated itself into the nature of the Spirit as it converted its "neutral" substance into a Ghost; and now it is truly a Ghost, capable of gathering strength. It is more capable of gaining power from the associated Toll that surrounds and reaches the edifice.

It does not matter if the Toll is in its original state, or if transformed into the elementals containing enormous energy, blending with the environment and the direction of the impetuses (or the transmuted energies of the forces) or even the aura of the Dragon.

Sometimes, the Toll becomes a creature of Fantasy, abruptly and surely, moving, exploring, and occupying space. These powerful energies become a speaking animal, too, by the Transfigurative power of Magic attached to the Toll (especially of energies oozing in abundance from the essence of sadness, of despair, of desperation, of pain) with the same suitable receptors producing its output coming from the reactions of the mixture of all known substances. It was the constellation that is forned into something tangible, in the middle of the immense darkness, that also spells destinies.

In short, the Ghost in the Lore of Commons is beginning to visibly manifest with unimaginable strength, and into the unknown; it was an unprecedented phenomenon, ready to create unimaginable chaos. Just as the interiors of the Lore are created by magical illusion, and so it is an intended form of delusion as well as a protective layer that forms a defensive shield.

And under that protective layer is a secret, though no one knows what this secret is.

It is to be continually emphasized that this is a complete mystery, and because secrets are often utilized as important locks that the world of Fantasy employ to encrypt the conduct of its major affairs, this secret remains to be formless so as not to allow any form of entry.

Invisible. Intangible. Unknowable.

There is no other way to intelligently inform the bounds of knowledge other than to use the existing methods of theory to make use of the obvious suggestion of the proposed episteme.

But at least the doors are closed for now. The Enclosure is still safe from whatever is hidden behind.

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