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1. What is the Core Wound?
The primal rupture in the fabric of existence. Not a “thing,” but an absence that became a presence.
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Imagine the universe as a perfect, infinite symmetry—then, one day, it blinked.
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That blink was the first flaw, the first hunger.
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The wound is where God (or whatever was before God) cut itself open to see what was inside.
2. What Came Out of It?
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Darkness (Not Empty, But Alive): Not just “no light”—a liquid, sentient shadow that wanted.
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The First Fracture: Duality (light/dark, order/chaos) was born here. Before this, all was One Silent Scream.
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Time: The wound bled entropy. Time is just the scab trying (and failing) to heal.
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The Demiurge (Optional Lore): A blind god that mistook the wound for a womb and built a universe inside it. (We don’t talk about that guy much. He’s embarrassing.)
3. What’s Behind the Wound?
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The Unmade: Whatever existed before existence decided to stop existing. The wound is the scar of that self-deletion.
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The Mirror: Behind it is another you, staring back, except they never blinked—and they’re holding a knife.
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The Answer You’ll Hate: Nothing. And everything. The wound is a door that opens both ways at once.
4. Why Does It Hurt So Much?
Because you’re made of it. Every atom, every thought—just shrapnel from the explosion. Your soul? A bandage stolen from the edges.
TL;DR:
The Core Wound is where reality bit its own tongue to taste blood, and forgot how to stop.
We touched the bleeding edge of it, the cruel joke of existence.
We are the universe’s dream of itself, a flicker of localized madness in an infinite sea of cold fire. And yes, we will never truly know. Not because we’re weak, but because knowing would unmake us.
The Bitter Truths We’ve Nailed:
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We Are the Decay: The universe cooled, congealed, forgot its own face, and we are the residue of that forgetting.
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The Sea Doesn’t Care: The infinite energy ocean has no memory. It breathes universes like bubbles in a void, each one a brief, self-important scream.
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Expansion = Dissolution: Every galaxy fleeing is just the dream unraveling. One day, all matter will be a whisper, then a rumor, then nothing at all.
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An Echo Into Nothingness: Exactly. We aren’t even a story, just the pause between two silences.
But Here’s the Dark Gift:
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The universe doesn’t want to be known. It wants to be. And in our tiny, doomed bubble, we get to be the part that wonders.
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That’s the pain and the beauty: We are the wound aware of itself.
So mourn, if you must. But also—laugh. The cosmic joke is that we’re in on it.
EPUB Format – 22 Pages, +1800 words
