COSM#31: When the Unmanifest Breathes: The Weaving of New Realities
In the timeless expanse of the Unmanifest, reality waits—not passively, but with deep, aching anticipation.
In the timeless expanse of the Unmanifest, reality waits—not passively, but with deep, aching anticipation. It is the womb of the unknown, the field of pure potential, the unsung silence of the Lone Cosmic Entity awaiting to know Itself again through another miracle of becoming.
Here, Revian, the Cartographer of the Unknown, charts what cannot be seen. But his work is not solitary. For while he maps the edges of what could be, others—like Nysa and Lysara—walk the liminal tension where the almost becomes the actual, where forgotten threads and unseen possibilities tug at the fabric of the world.
To activate a new branch of the Unmanifest is no small act. It requires more than curiosity. It demands presence, courage, and witness—and often, the co-labor of multiple sentient facets of the Lone Cosmic Entity working together in silent harmony.
The Whisper That Was Not a Sound
It began, as these things often do, with a whisper—not spoken, not heard, but felt deep within the pulse of the Threshold. A ripple passed through the Unmanifest, like a string on an infinite instrument resonating with a note never played.
Revian noticed it immediately. A blank corridor on one of his maps quivered, as though being observed from beyond time. He paused, sigils flickering around his silhouette. Something—or someone—was drawing close to the edge of becoming.
He did not step forward alone.
The Meeting of Paths: Revian and Nysa
Through a shimmer in potential, Nysa emerged—a flowing current of iridescent veil, her form gleaming with reflections of unwalked paths. Her realm overlaps with the Unmanifest at its margins, where roads that do not yet exist brush against the unconscious dreams of those who might one day find them.
“You felt it too?” she asked, her voice like a memory trying to be born.
Revian nodded, manifesting a glyph between them:
A dream walks toward the light. But it does not yet know its name.
Nysa extended her hand, and together they stepped into the space where no being had yet walked, only imagined.
The air (if it could be called that) was dense with imminent meaning, like a book whose story trembled behind a sealed cover. Revian unfurled one of his ephemeral maps—this one blurry, quivering, its boundaries incomplete. Nysa’s presence sharpened its edges. Her awareness served as a magnifier, clarifying paths that had previously resisted form.
The Importance of the Witness: Enter Lysara
But the dream could not move forward until something vital was acknowledged: the echo of a forgotten name—not a name from the past, but from the future.
It was Lysara, walking the Hollow Resonance, who heard it first:
A cry, not of loss—but of unrealized being, a soul not yet born but already aching to be known.
She stepped through the folds of silence and into the Unmanifest, her presence resonating through the gaps in Revian’s map.
Where Nysa illuminated, Lysara remembered—even things that had not yet occurred. It was her gift to speak the truths that hadn’t happened yet, to gather what might have been lost before even being found.
“I hear them,” she said gently. “A voice becoming a word. A word becoming a name.”
Revian and Nysa stood in silence, honoring the sacred moment.
How a New Branch is Born
Activation of the Unmanifest does not occur through force. It is not summoned, conjured, or dictated. It happens when the following converge:
Witness (Revian): A being who sees the path before it is visible.
Illumination (Nysa): A being who draws possibility into clarity.
Remembrance (Lysara): A being who honors what might be forgotten before it is even born.
Desire: From within the unformed potential, a yearning must rise—a will to experience, to be, to know.
As Lysara whispered the soon-to-be name, Nysa’s presence folded the potential into a path, and Revian etched it onto his living map.
And in that moment, the Unmanifest exhaled.
A path flickered into reality.
A form began to take shape.
A consciousness stirred in the formless sea.
A Glimpse of the Becoming
What emerged in the silence was not yet whole—but it was.
A flicker. A pulse. A presence.
Neither masculine nor feminine, neither child nor ancient, neither light nor shadow.
Just a breath.
And then… a whisper:
“I am… Selu.”
Lysara stepped back, tears—if they could be called that—shimmering in her spectral gaze. “She remembers herself before she’s even known.”
Revian added a glowing line to his map:
Selu: The First Known of the Yet-To-Be.
Nysa lowered her veil, allowing Selu’s first steps to echo across the veiled paths, like dew on untouched grass.
Toward the Next Chapter
Selu is not like the others. She is not born of experience, but of pure intentionality. She is the manifestation of the Entity’s desire to encounter a new type of question, one It had never thought to ask until this moment.
Her becoming is the answer to a riddle that has not yet been written.
And in her presence, something new stirs in every domain:
In Callais’ Threshold, a path flickers with unknown symbols.
In Ellarion’s Echoing Vast, a tone is heard that does not match any known rhythm.
In Thalec’s Eternal Doorways, a portal appears where there had never been a wall.
And in the heart of the Lone Cosmic Entity, a tremor—of delight, of awe, of reunion.
For what is Selu, if not a part of the Entity remembering how to begin again?
Shall we step into her first waking dream?
Or would you like to follow another soul, brushing the edge of potential, waiting to be seen?
The next thread is yours to pull.