Gracelog Night Report - Writ

 Gracelog Night Report [Formulary notes on the destinational hazards of the Abyssal World, XXXXXXXX]:

A proceeding of the previous report on 'Missing floors and sharded shelves', I do believe I've come to the principle of the matter. The worldscape of the attractor reality, hence dubbed for the present time as The Abyssal follows a strange set of ordinances. Whereas other worlds strive for self-organization and flourishing, the reality I've observed exists preoccuped with a populace that loathes to determine-itself. The conceptual force of this reality, the right of Writ and its embodied lack is forseen as 'the free will which frees the will', or in more direct terms controls what we might come to perceive as fate. The probabilistic aspects of its denizens appear as a pox, an alloy to be shed for the flesh and inoculation that is Writ. This possession by providence, becomes the source of all disputes and arrangements from which matters arrange; economical, political, societal. To each their own role, to every soul their own story. But this medieval world, this enchanting fairy tail-like realm, steeped in the mysticism and magic of the pen, the productions of their academics and sciences have advanced public monuments beyond base impressions.
 
We must state, that those lacking this universal property have historically and as a class become ownerless of providence. It precedes some degree of omniscience and chooses its targets with distinction and scarcity, titled 'Chosen' by the elites. The lycans, the kleptomaniacs, the stooges and impoverished lose rights of property, liberty and prosperity in the flourishing of this paltry freedom. The institutions of this world have advanced the contingency of arbitrary will in writ's choosing to a consecrated set of forces- objects, vials, potions, amulets, fruit - read later on the advancement in materialization sciences. The common embody its imprescriptible power to dictate personality, conscience, and substantial essence that makes oneself beholden to it, if this privilege removes the self-determinations they possess. Individual personality is suppressed, free-will inhibited while excellence and fate are enhanced; 'acts of bravery, regards of great fortune, beauty and power befall those who hear writs call' as the saying goes. But may a being be in charge of their own fate, under the direction of this Writ?
Originally, countless linguistic geometries circumcised this force from the pages of dire texts to necessitate the harvest of these properties. Thousands of compendia, anthologies, fabled books, devotional writings to the 'divinity Twicefold', each new idea, every poetry excerpt, all books gathering the right or Writ based on their distinctive declarations. Since recently however, the sciences of this world have endured literary revolutions, granting about 'Plagarisma', the process of extracting writ onto material substance itself. This discovery disposes of the need for originality or literary excellence, to my lament. Possessing great literary fortune and banishing the bane of fate itself now need only be a banal sip away, no higher a deed than a drunkard's slop on a Moonshine eve.
 
When their externality of circumstance is superseded in this way, fortune blossoms. A pauper becomes a prince. A baron, a lord. A damsel betroved and blessed, a steed a bright and noble quest. So ingrained is the idea of life existent on Writ's pedigree, treating infinite prescribed existence as the ultimate good that the officiators work covertly to hide contradictions in the imbalance, owing to the alienated capabilities of fortune to corrupt and bring socially destructive manifestations to cherished tales. The steed given a fair track, is as likely to become a nightmarish chariot of a hellish production. This possession, in the multiplicity of individuals is subject to the totality of its particularizations in ways cursing others with power. Despite this drawback, only minor disturbances deter people, but seldom from ablating its usage. As far as studied, the external medium of writ is communicated by faerie folk, whose peculiar character marks them as cherubic entities- perhaps, in touch with a resource not unlike the Tower's originator.
 
More research is needed to confirm external sources. At present, I've reason to believe a certain baking handbook of considerable legacy finds its origin, powered by the primordial evocative forces of writ localized to this domain. A faerie by the name of Prima Facietus has given me good word on this, and ample opportunity to follow up my report in her cordial company, should I choose to.
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