Gaster: Book 'Spicule' Block 1

Thoughts: This is the book following 'Osteoclast,' the last entries of which are found here. Unlike it's predecessor, it is not as rigid in it's format, and otherwise is somewhat more cohesive in it's content.

While the material addressed is not necessarily consciously given direction or formulated by myself, this book has a direction which takes to cognition held in juxtaposition to ancient traits of the world. The unspoken matter within could be called 'The Five Paths of Dust.'

Like the previous book, plenty is implied, but it is not apt to be clarified outwardly until I see to the 'translation companion' book which will accompany these once they are deemed complete. Also like the previous book, page bend and text visual deformity has been corrected as much as I could practically do.


Where you walked is not necessarily the true passage of where your mind had traversed...



Materials: 10cm x 15cm Pentalic sketchbook, various ink pens.
Notes: Undertale, and Gaster are property of Toby Fox. Calligraphic Wingdings adaption may be considered my own.


Translation begins here:

 Book: Spicule

Entry 1:
Coordinates of infinity, the light of the eyes, dispelling blackness.
The sole tool in the hand...
Where we begin is irrelevant: what will orchestrate our focus is everpresent, the nameless beacon in the dark.
Join me, and there will be dissolution: the end in one hand, atoms in so many others
...
Discern.
Image 1:
'Where you venture...'
'Expect obscurity. Galvanize the inner traits...'


Entry 2:
Sets of [categories], mesh and mire in the foreseen path.
By what light or inverse do you travel?
Are your eyes foreign enough to your own reality to take steel and edge to the truth
?
Where your mind, lens of the soul, first touches the nascent Void...
Bend the sensus [merciless] to limits, meditative vivisection...
Image 2:
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Entry 3:
Inherent traits refract from within your faculties. Guides to prism and concept. Trace them, [track] them like living beings, for they are tied to your soul in revealing chords: raw material of the self, responsive to the engineer's touch. These seeds of form will be the metric of your tools in this helical plane of sentient mirrors.
Image 3:
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Entry 4:
Glaring light in the critical vortex of ambitious eyes... Beware the teeth of the psyche: destroyer's bones crafting lies of sustenance.
Bones in the hands, tools of the living - echoes of reality and hands to realitatem...
These are your allies, guides by [structure], not driven by force.
As metal is the world's flesh and sight the photonic whisper of reality which has passed away, your fount is here, ambrosia astride ichor.
The unsensed frame [until] lucid in passing, our tail is the cadence of entropy
...
First of artifacts, breath of the world and hand's creation: turbulence, the spiritus structure.
Laws and test of integrity, by it we learn justice's art.
Observe the shrouds of that oft ignored...
Image 4:
'Conjoined manifestation...'

Entry 5:
Specters raised from lesser dimensions, conjuring lessons for observing minds in their aggregate cloaks of grasping law.
These first signs long preceded the world... Illusions to forearm the waking beholder.
Take you the dust in hand and find history writ, concealed in paths of all scales.
Leviathan awaits, coiling from incomprehensible depths
...
Patience of the first flow, the ancient breath of dust.
From it's elder song, the touch which traces it's own shadow: volume, antithesis of the whispers of the beginning.
...
Should you set hand to it, you are already the reverberation in the stone.
The first word - the first grave mark of true understanding.
A quickening, aeons torn.
Image 5:
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Entry 6:
Alter of the vision - dissector of the Sun - dance in the mind's eye, keeper of illusion.
Stones of eons and pacts long made, sealed and spoken in languages hidden and without name...
Mortality was taught to you by mountain and stone. Honor marks the lasting, perseverance by a thousand hands and touch of counting minds.
...
Hammer and chisel, sextant and astrolabe. Trail forged in gathered stone passed among many hands.
Take up your finest tools and set to the master's sphere of clay, plucked from greater choruses.
Slate of your sciences held to crystalline eyes, draw you the lens in finest clarity - the navigator's gaze, warped of reality, formed by auram
.
Image 6:
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