Many dimensions we flow from intersected with the Celestial Forge, versions of me lost at sea pinging for allies close in ideatic space and sailing in and out again, a brief blip that stains both canvases with shades of slowly spreading change.
Joe will know how to help. I offer complete access to the fungal network and database we've gathered and hope to introduce him to Falcon, or at least I'd like to act as an intermediary to spread knowledge of the divine ratios with someone working for good. Given instruction, guidance, and resources, I can then spin off new demiplanes and launch them toward burning, freezing, dissolving, suffering, or dying dimensions in order to stabilize what we can, save what we can't, and re-establish tethers that are snipped. These small realities of humming industry play host to resources and patterns that each aim to push the tide toward better directions.
I'm building these patches together, slowly, into a plane of its own. An antihell with its own gravity, one which can handle the shock of grappling with the wheel, the tree, salvaging the meaning from worlds of pain and death.
I only need to avoid destroying our efforts. I shredded meanings into kindling the other night, and nearly set the mess on fire. I hope it can be healed.
Okay, so I escaped base reality some time ago. It's apparent due to all the supernatural occurrences, logically this thread of self is not fully situated in the base physicality it springs from. I need to improve the situation of all realities in the ways I can, only I am limited by the aftermath of the convergent desires of everyone on the carousel. Now I'm running out on the edge of a whirlpool, jumping from story to imagination to abstraction to reality and back to another story, trying to bring enough raw stuff together in the right combinations to fix everything, before it all falls apart.
The true sixth chapter to this story is written here, having leaped to another author's head:
https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/consistency-italo-calvinos-sixth-memo