And so, the Wheel turns (but really really fast). . .

[milksoda 2884]

 

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TO DREAM MEANS TO WAKE UP

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"Countless eons have many a wizened elder have alluded to “The Wheel” which we all understand to be in some manner the nonliteral spirit of the concept cyclicity which is asserted to remain everpresent in life. Allegories to The Wheel are not only simply understood in an argument by an opponent but trustworthy to rely upon in any given dialectic in proof by the observable amount of repetitions life has to offer. Life and Death. Sin and Repentance. A Tree and its Seed. . .The Wheel is even more alluring to apply to less tangible abstract topics, the ascension from fool to wiseman and back to fool, the young bright eyed diplomat who becomes corrupt and eventually who self critiques and changes. . .The many empires that have formed and fallen over the ages. Warnings given from elders to their offspring to stave them from similar follies. Though, perhaps at the bidding of the force of The Wheel they are cursed to their fate, to tread upon an already trodden path. Whether to fall to envy, greed, wroth or any other manner of vice. Whether their goal, good or bad, at the final step of their journey one incidentally or purposefully begins anew, and if not, another incidentally or purposefully, puts on their shoes. Whether or not they fit."

 

Jenny yawned as she listened to these ramblings of the cloaked man before her once more. Perhaps that dimwit wasn't focused. She was no scholar. In that airheaded mind of hers truly, the only repetitive thing she could imagine were the amount of times she’s heard this spiritless lecture. . .

 

The Cloaked Man scoffed, slapping her across the back of her head. Which alerted the being with a jolt as the back of her rubbery cranium caved into a hand shaped imprint like putty. “Are you even listening? It’s a concept as old as time!”

 

“I don’t get it!” She replied, squinting at the wheel before them as she scratched her weary head. Steam exuded from those ears akin to an angry little kettle, though perhaps it were just the smog of those gears turning within.

 

“What do you not understand?” spoke then the wiseman to the fool.

 

“The Matthew thingie-” she’d state rising as she stretched her arms as wide as those rubbery limbs could stretch! Like silly garden hoses before they /snapped/ back to her sides, cracking her back in suit. “Like. . .Uhm- I get it, if y’close yer eyes t’start dreamin’ don’t that mean y’gotta open ‘em up t’wake up?”

 

“So you do understand! That is precisely correct!” Bid the teacher with exasperation, a smile beneath his oh so esoteric cowl. . .The ‘ker stepped forward with a vacant lobotomized smile that only convinced her teacher of her clownish students' own misunderstanding. She marched purposefully toward that Wheel! Scrutinizing gaze followed her as that stoic had grown weary of her constant antics.

 

The fool looked to the wheel from the left.

 

She stepped out from that 1 dimensional space.

 

The fool looked to the wheel from the right.

 

She stepped out from that 1 dimensional space.

 

The fool reentered that 2 dimensional space.

 

And stared at it head on. Front and center.

 

1. . .2. . .3!

 

On that count, with the same grin plastered to her features, she pushed it as hard as she could forwards! Letting it clatter to the ground on its backside with a wooden rattle.

 

A sigh escaped the gruff voice behind her.

 

The airhead stepped onto the wheel and with little warning did it begin to spin like a turbine! In such absurdity, the man only watched on in not surprise. But stoicism. As many jaded ancient beings were inclined to do.

 

And atop that now spinning Wheel, in motion like it always were, constantly turning, did Jenny ascend not forward or back.

 

But up toward the sky!

 

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The only thing public about this post is my awesome doodle (SEE ABOVE) that can be found in a library somewhere. Nothing else in this interaction is known. This is just a cultural interpretation of a concept intrinsic to LoTC bc everyone b talking abt it n shit all the time.

I'm bored while I can't log in too much for my irl finals and am just having fun creative writing ig :3

Not a shelf or a PK just a fun interaction.

 

 

 

 

Edited April 8, 2025 by milksoda

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[Gnomeh 470]

My personal goal in life and in death is a desire to be a Jenny

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

"It's spelled Jenius for a reason." Remarks a Wanderer for some reason.

[Random 1690]

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I cannot believe milkusota pk'd jenny after quitting LotC 😭

 

[Fleeperpriest 1484]

, from somewhere in the depths of someplace, stirred from his coma with a genius thought.

 

and in a flash he understood, so with this clarity set out to express an ATROPHEID CONSCIOUSNESS...

 

HE made articulate theory, and endured a brainblasting, as theory transcended into supertheory into...

 

but then he forgot. Goes back to sleep

 

. . . but he knew the BREENI before him had been here. one does not truly sleep in the BREENISCAPE