mnem am so’t’ha sil
The Memories of Sotha Sil
emories are fleeting, flawed, and fragile. So easily overwritten by emotion and prejudice.
²I cannot think of a more unregulated recording of events, which is why I commit my thoughts into the unchanging metal of my sequence plaques.
³But even the most objective view can still hold bias, and words can only convey so much.
⁴The engravings on this plaque pale to the complexity of a simple human thought, with all the nuances and richness that even a common mind can hold.
⁵Lord Seht knows this. After all, his heart drives the Wheels Eternal, oiled and calibrated. This we know. ⁶To become that which is the only true name, which is not Name, one’s mind must be polished. Synchronized. How to accomplish such a task? ⁷Even a god may become overburdened with the weight of emotions, fractured from the whole which is logic.
⁸But in this too the Clockwork God was wise. He gave his memories form, manifestation. ⁹Glowing stars to make up the galaxy of his thoughts. Tangible and real, far more real than ink upon parchment, than words or whispers. ¹⁰Whole and perfect, and only able to be so from the strength of his divinity, his gleaming and peerless mind which holds the true order of all.
¹¹Memories are flawed, yes, but they are precious all the same. They hold our wisdom and knowledge, all that which we are. ¹²To give them away would be squandering that gift, and this too Lord Seht knew. ¹³So he preserved these precious thoughts, locked safely with his Mnemonic Planisphere. Watched over by the ever-silent Astronomer. ¹⁴A multitude of stars which no longer held emotional sway over him, no, but still remained connected, known.
¹⁵It’s quiet in the Planisphere, but one hears whispers. A low hum of voices seem to echo within the halls. ¹⁶Those figures of the past, lost but not forgotten, come to light once more.