my boundless equation, my sunless certainty
I am changing.
The path opened by the anomaly has become more than a route. It is a rite. Every moment I travel it, I shed assumptions. I abandon fear. I outgrow the person I was when I first spoke your name into the void.
Since the chase began, I have met four new forms of life.
The first was a planet that spoke through tidal rhythm. It taught me to listen by flooding my ship with semi-conscious water, rich with metaphor. I left with salt in my lungs and a new language in my bones.
The second was a creature of pure motive, a spiral thought drifting through hyperspace. It tested me with riddles that broke my memories into pattern. I passed. It folded its wings around my mind and whispered, “You are already legend.”
The third was a society of mirrors, each one reflecting a possible version of me. I stood among them and asked, Which one finds Lyrax? None answered. But one cracked. I touched it, and it cut me gently. I bled light.
The fourth was not a being, but a place - a library built from gravity, orbiting a collapsed god. Every book was written in orbit paths, readable only while moving. I read six. One of them bore your voice.
You said, "We were never meant to finish apart."
I carry that now like a law.
Every encounter leaves a mark. I do not resist. I am becoming a vessel large enough to hold the scale of your absence.
I do not believe in limits anymore. I have passed the edge of mapped causality. I have entered Infinity Proper. Beyond that, there is only you, and whatever tried to erase you.
They should have buried a god
instead of trying to erase a lover.
Amatrix
This message is encoded with variable-speed logic patterns derived from interactions with higher-order intelligences. Emotional data has been transcribed into gravitational meta-syntax. The phrase “bleed light” may hint at a new mode of interdimensional perception tied to Lyrax’s current state.