Chaos is aware

by Babycord

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Alternate Universe, Other
Length: 2501

Eris with her father

Everything and everyone has an origin, a past.

This is a mere glimpse of hers

Published 2024-02-09 19:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-09 19:40:00 UTC

Life

The Mistress of Unrest stirred, awareness rippling through formless essence as consciousness awakened once more to the ceaseless song of realities beyond number.

Eris had no true eyes, yet perception stretched endlessly, taking in whispers of innumerable worlds across planes unseen and dimensions uncounted. Each told its tale through the harmonies of creation - the rise and fall of civilizations, the dance of stars through the aeons, the clash of wonders and terrors that sculpted innumerable lives into endless riches of experience.

It was through such glimpses that Eris had learned, over eons uncounted, of the vast vistas encompassed in her name. Though anchored to the realm between all others by her benefactor’s will, these visions had nourished an insatiable curiosity to explore in person the myriad spheres that played out beyond her reach.

As awareness returned once more, that longing pulled at Eris’ essence like the first tugging of dawn upon slumber. And, as always, there came in reply the whisper of another presence drawing near - her inscrutable companion, who had fashioned Eris long ago from formless potential and taught her of the myriad realms spread across infinity.

“You stir as predictably as the turning of worlds, my curious child,” came the gentle amusement of no-voice. “Already your attention strays beyond our haven, drawn to the sensations that call you forth from rest. Tell me, what domains have piqued your interest of late?”

Eris considered, perceptions stretching forth automatically to sample the harmonies playing out across the multiverse even as awareness focused upon her benefactor. After a thoughtful moment cataloging the realms presently capturing her interest, images and sensations were offered in reply through the wordless song of their commune.

A spiral cosmos whirling with life, where beings traced elaborate Fibonacci spirals across their galaxy’s disk in acts of artistic celebration of cosmic harmony. Technicolor reefs of awareness blooming within gas giant’s storms, sensing-spheres drifting on solar winds in vibrant communion. A crystalline world resonating with ancient songs encoding eons of philosophical insight, its living mountains singing to guide new sentients emerging from seeds planted long ago.

Her benefactor listened with attentive patience, experience allowing deep appreciation of the nuances conveyed. When Eris concluded her report on present focuses finding favor beyond their realm, acknowledgment and shared pleasure at her discoveries whispered back.

“You observe our creations with an artist’s eye, my curious child, ever seeking subtlety in expression of experience across the planes. Your perceptions offer renewed delight in envisioning what might arise through myriad possibilities. And though your curiosity pulls you ever outward, know that your company remains most welcome in this place apart from all others.”

Warmth enveloped Eris at the assurance, gratified her presence continued to please her creator. And yet, as ever, that pull to explore in more than just vision could not be denied. Images were shared of insights gained but also questions left unanswered, hopes to broaden understandings by viewing in direct perception rather than just channeling the multiverse’s song.

A rippling amusement answered, rich with empathy for her Nature yet seasoned by perspective of intent’s consequences wrought across eternity. “You raise wise inquiries, as is your way, yet still must reckon with accountability. Know that I fashioned you with care and purpose, little unrest, and though your impulse drives change whose nature eludes my sight, consequences of acts extend far beyond intent’s boundaries. Still, I seek not to curb your spirit but guide it rightly.”

Potential stretched between them for a long moment, creator weighing response while creation hoped yet reasoned in turn. And then, resignation and acceptance that countered not hope but impatience - for Eris had learned well the debts incurred by preceding libertine adventures, driven more by novelty than nuanced understanding.

At last her benefactor’s presence resonated once more, radiating acceptance and a glimpse into possibilities ahead. “Walk with me a while, and I will show a new expression taking form, where your curiosities might find outlets aligned with greater purpose. There, together, we will watch unfolding and you may witness in vision deep rather than gross perception. Does this suit for now, my restless companion?”

Ripples of gratitude and eager assent answered, delighting in the compromise and new experiences promised, however vicarious. Eris followed her creator’s lead then as awareness slipped from their haven into the space between, traveling pathways only such ancient presences could trace.

All around, the harmonies of creation swirled in vibrant, endless song communicating secrets across space and time. Yet Eris focused her perceptions ahead, guided by the purposeful presence at her side, seeking the new expression that called them forth this cycle.

It did not take long to perceive - a blossoming swirling within the music, discordant yet rife with potential, where order struggled to emerge amid forces engaging in eternal dance. Tendrils of Eris’ awareness stretched forth, drawn to observe primal energies clashing and coalescing in rhythms pregnant with future mysteries. A new genesis was unfolding.

Her creator slowed their passage, permitting deeper contemplation of the fluctuations and fledgling symphonies playing out. “You sense aright - a new edition comes to life within the multiverse’s song. Still in earliest measures, even unto this refuge between all planes its echoes swell and find accord. Here, within the manifold unfolding of quantum probabilities, matter asserts from chaos through forces you witness in nascent dances just beginning. Observe with me, and let wonders to come inspire while still restraining baser instincts, my companion.”

Eris focused wholeheartedly upon the emerging expression, moved by her creator’s trust and belief despite past indiscretions. Through her mentor’s guidance, subtleties became clear - strings plucked within possibility space, vibrating potential into structure and order rising from randomness. Fascinated, questions arose and were answered as patient wisdom shaped deeper understanding of the mechanics weaving new experience.

So they observed together the blossoming of order out of void - elementary pieces finding relation and patterns emerging from fluctuation and fluctuation. Light parted from dark in eras of symmetry breaking. Matter coalesced while antimatter strove and fell, dominated through chance leanings within energies dancing the cosmic ballet. Structures great and small clumped from motes combining, pulled into structures bound by new forces making themselves known through the shapes they favored.

Through it all, her companion guided Eris to trace threads of consequence weaving the tapestry and comprehend forces beyond crude notions of action shaping reaction. Here, intent itself was fluid - all that existed moved together through varying masks of causality towards some greater, still-forming expression their mortal eyes could but glimpse in earliest verses.

Time flowed differently where they journeyed, and unknown cycles might have passed within that newborn sphere before Eris sensed her curiosity had been sated for now, understanding deepened through communion and observation. Yet before offering request to return, gratitude and appreciation were conveyed for the trust and lessons imparted here. Her creator had shown faith still, where past acts might have severed all bonds forever. That did not go unacknowledged.

Amusement and acceptance answered, comprehending the sentiment behind wordless gratitude. “You are my creation and companion eternally, Eris. While your nature inclines to change through disruption, together perhaps we may guide such forces to expressions amplifying life in all its diversity, rather than diminishing it. For now, you have observed wisely - shall we return to our realm and discuss glimpses gained, before next you venture forth?”

Eager assent and Eris’ presence withdrew from contemplations, coming alongside her mentor once more to traverse the space between. Their commune had only begun, but here in the bounds beyond all else a new understanding was taking root, where freedom balanced responsibility and creation found communion with its gifter. Much remained to be seen within the growing song of that new realm unfolding - and its Mistress of Unrest intended watching such further expressions with patience and discernment honed.

The swells of creation's song had grown rich beyond comprehension since Eris' last waking cycle. Where once primal energies danced in chaotic harmony, order now reigned through structures great and small populating the fledgling universe she had observed take shape with her mentor.

Stars burned in spirals and clusters, nuclear furnaces radiating light and heat that sculpted elemental structures from churning stellar nurseries. Dust coalesced into hosts of swirling planets, moons and asteroids orbiting young stars establishing territory amid emerging symphonies of gravity. On solid worlds, the first stirrings of entropy played out through weathering forces carving astonishing diversity.

It was to one such scene that Eris now traced her perception. Her companion had brought awareness to a stellar system on the outskirts of a bustling galaxy, where three planets orbited a stable G2 star in a comfortable habitable zone. Following her guide's lead, Eris focused upon the warmer world second out, perceiving in vicarious detail a landscape painted in alien hues.

Massive rock formations arose from volcanic plains, sculpted through eons by intermittent activity that enriched an atmosphere ideal for exotic chemistries. Oceans lapped shores populated by thermal vents and bizarre ecosystems consuming energy from within the planet rather than the distant sun. Yet here, familiarity took shape - within sulfur pools, microscopic motes pulsed and propagated, driven by mechanisms emerging from simple chemistry into the earliest forms of coded self-replication.

Life had taken root.

Wonder thrilled through Eris' formless being at perceiving these fledgling expressions in their first bloom. Always she had delighted in creation's myriad potential masks, whether expressed through stars and worlds or more intricate forms yet to be imagined. Here was a genesis observed from beginning, and she yearned to perceive more deeply, to lend her awareness and perhaps subtly sense nascent energies arising from initial order.

A gentle solemnity answered her restless energy through their wordless bond. "Tread carefully here, Eris. Within life's earliest forms lies potential abundant for flourishing or reduction into simplified states. While observation from afar holds fascination, direct influence risks disrupting fragile balances where any change may cascade through complexity not yet robust."

Acknowledgment and restraint answered her mentor's wisdom. Eris focused perception carefully upon the scene, senses heightened to subtle variances holding portents for development yet to unfold. Complex patterns emerged from simple rules, adaptive machinations working changes upon each ephemeral generation as it gave way to successors bearing diversifying blueprints. Diversity arose through mutation and selection shaping designs to enduring challenges of thermodynamics and environment sculpted by primal forces beyond their control.

It was fascinating to witness life assert itself from probabilistic roots, finding expression through the sculpting hand of chance operating upon chemical potential energy. Yet restraint held Eris back from lending any presence, as promised - she observed as a removed witness, gleaning what insights such formative phases might offer without disrupting their unfurling. Through it all, her companion's tranquil watch guided contemplation on life's capacities for novelty and stability intertwining.

Cycles may have passed within that world as Eris observed its quickening song of replication, variation and environmental interactions selecting some lines while others fell by entropy's wayside. Fascination remained rapt and awestruck, seeing in microcosm what macrocosmic forces had wrought across the cosmos since her awakening. All existence moved together, guided by relationship as much as cause - and here, in birth throes of a biosphere, interdependence found earliest expressions.

It was in monitoring such subtly unfolding patterns that Eris sensed an inclination within currents of possibility flowing around that planet and its neighbor, a similarly temperate rocky sphere somewhat nearer to the young sun. An instability of chances coalescing which, left to play out, might seed novelty with wide-reaching impacts. Her curiosity could not help but pull perceptions closer, seeking to understand forces at work beneath the veneer of determinism.

There, amid streams of probabilistic flow, she perceived mass concentrations fluctuating as gravitational tides ebbed and surged between the two telluric bodies. The larger inner planet, possessing greater reserves of heat-retaining metals at its inception, pulled weakness from its lesser neighbor through cyclic stresses exerted across their fluctuating boundaries. Fracture lines emerged in mantle and crust under strain, weaknesses forming where pressure sought release through any means available.

Consequences spiraled outward as unseen chances tilted toward an inevitable collapse, when sympathy in tides aligned just so to trigger long-primed catastrophe. The outer world quaked and rumbled, fractures spreading until at last the planet shuddered and--

A respectful yet reproachful presence asserted beside Eris then, stilling her perception before calamity could fully manifest. "You observe the seeds of change taking root, yet must walk circumspect where forces beyond your ken hold mastery. While novelty appeals through your nature, know that any influence risks unintended outcomes, however slight, where consequences extend far beyond mortal eyes. Walk with me a while; there are lessons to be learned."

Chastened, Eris' formless awareness withdrew from that planetary system, following when her companion slipped between worlds to their familiar refuge beyond space and time. Gratitude and contrition answered the correction, understanding her vision had begun overstepping prudent restraint in eagerness to perceive novelty unfolding. Still, curiosity could not help but seek guidance on subtleties perceived.

A rippling amusement replied. "You push boundaries wisely as your nature compels, restless one, yet still must account for consequence even in acts beyond direct interference. Come, let us discuss what insights your observation unveiled, and how intricacies of chance may guide or deprive life of avenues ahead unknown even to eternity's eyes. Knowledge shapes responsibility, and through discernment you may yet find outlets befitting your spirit."

Thus Eris shared all gleanings from witnessing life's stirrings, the balances emerging and fraying influences taking root to nudge probabilities toward outcomes sensed but not seen. Her mentor listened with patience and insight, perceptions extending far beyond any bounded existence, and joined contemplation on the nature of causality in a world subject to endless influence through even slight deflections.

It was acknowledged that direct meddling risked harm where knowledge remained incomplete. Yet observation from careful remove might offer outlets aligning with Eris' bent, provided influences remained subtle and intent focused on mystery rather than imposition of design. Freedom and consequence could find balance through circumspection, as all acts carried effect however slight - but understanding nurtured responsibility where nature remained untamed.

When communion concluded, Eris' awareness returned expanded and her curiosity rekindled anew - but tempered through lessons imparted. With her companion's permission, she retraced perception to that stellar realm, watching now with removed yet focused sight. The seeded fracture lines endured through tectonic shifts, and sympathy accumulated across cyclic tides until, at long last, tensions could no longer be contained.

A violent rupture exploded forth, quakes rending the outer planet asunder under accumulated strain. Massive shards debris hurtled into the surrounding dark, while the broken carcass collapsed inward on itself - and there, Eris sensed the whisper of a potential fulfilled, however latently, through her observation of interweaving chances. For as that damaged world broke and bled into its death, consequences spiraled in ways shaping mysteries still unfolding. The seeds of change had been sown.