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Mellea Lore rough outline of early life

Mellea- given title: subject 231

was created in Aether lab under the main building of the central hub for inter planetary trade on the world of Veda 5

she was created as a last ditch effort from Aether to populate other worlds beyond their solar system as their star was dying

this lead to the company expanding into theoretical technologies most prominent being MEDC, and gene modding

MEDC a (mass & energy dimensional conduit)

mellea was created as part of the Eden project, the culmination of research and efforts to send populations out to habitable worlds and create colonies safe from the death of their solar system, she was one of 100 eventual subjects that were sent in groups of 4 to various planets

each subject was created differently, leading to them being classed 1-5 on risk of genetic deformities or abnormal developmental cycles that could be a determine to the subject

Mellea was one classed as a catagory 5, likely not expected to survive beyond a few years or if she did that she would have severe issues in function/ deformities occur halting her usefulness as a candidate

she was stored with other subjects that were of class 4-5, many of whom were not fit to take part in the mission or were transferred out because they had fatal mutations that the doctors were trying to keep from disturbing Mellea

One such event that the researchers failed to react to was with Subject 15

subject 15 developed severe muscle weakening causing their lungs to make it much harder to breathe, risking lung collapse, mellea (age 7) trying to help went to get doctors or anyone she could find, this was met with a number of researchers coming into her room and checking Subject 15, then escorting them out to the examination wing, not allowing Mellea to follow along

this prompted her to crawl through the ducts and vents to overhear the conversation of the researchers and the condition of her friend, finding out that the genetic augmentations they went through had caused muscle atrophy and weakening of the lung muscles, and survival was unlikely at best

they sent for Mellea to be fetched so they could reasure her that subject 15 would be fine, so she quickly crawled back through the vents and into her room before a scientist, the lead scientist and her daughter a few years older than Mellea (10) knocked on the door and entered, explaining that everything will be fine, and subject 15 will be transfered to a safer place to get medical attention, in the meantime the daughter will be staying with Mellea, childs name is Alexandra Labrynn, her mother being Reya Labrynn

The sea of reality

Far and away this world is a small beach of sanity. I cannot fathom breaching that edge, and stepping into the great sea, god damn what am I saying… there is nothing ‘great’ about that damned sea. I dare not even look up at that sky at night, what god dare claim mercy and love to all, and yet create that sea. I have stepped fully into that briny freezing water, and never realized until I was dragged down and forced to see all that lay beyond our own shore. 

By god the horrors of hell shan’t scrape at me if that’s the waking world. I was merely an over zealous researcher, should have never started that job, I was damned the moment I was recruited. To hell with those people, I don’t even know what’s left after the accident, the lab must be either incomprehensible, or beyond repair of any information being retrieved… good, that place is no sanctuary of knowledge, forbidden things, forgotten gods, men of more than what can be described with the limitations of godly script. The rotting gods at the edge of all that is, and was, their decaying corpses being a mere moment from wiping out half of what we see in the sky.

The light of galaxies staring like eyes upon my back, and yet still I cannot tell if they judge me, or simply cannot see me, just looking forever with dead eyes into the ether. I used to say progress was my goal, to explore that which has never been touched, but maybe the limitations of what we are were protections from these entities, masses which move and flicker like a candle flame in wind through our reality and out into the infinite black sea of tar, a writhing, breathing mass of a sea beyond which we can never hope to see, let alone understand. We pray for safety at night, and forgiveness for our sins, but no god can wipe the horrors from my mind, which wrap me up in a suffocating blanket as I fall deeper into madness.

One may ask, surely your career experience should have awarded some inclination as to the dangers of that job. And by all lines and lies I was aware, but never to this extreme, I never was truly aware of how much we danced upon that knife edge of our world, and once we tripped, all was lost. All those now dead and damned for trying to reach god's domain, but now I only ask… which god.

Art piece I did for another tumblr user I like @wolftingz

Surprise post today, decided to make a shitty meme comic for @wolfertinger666

Did this on paper, tried to fix it in digital, arguably worse, because I didn’t plan to coloring the entire piece.