Steampunk Series Fullvoice Reborn: Sharnoth of the Jet Black
(Link to the Original Story here.)
--It took place somewhere in the early 20th century.
--It took place sometime in the 2210s in the Northern Calendar.
There is a dark room composed of Chrome.
It was a place where someone would stand on a kind of "machine" like an altar located in the center of the room, with a natural, soft light that flickers and continues to emit a soft impression, and a young man sitting in an Armchair.
A faint sound could be heard.
The volume itself was not so loud, but it sounded heavy, as if it came from the depths of the earth.
It was the sound of an engine. The sound of a steam engine in operation. The sound of civilization's footsteps and breathing.
The Engine is a symbol of the people of the present day in 190X.
Something to light up the darkness. A glowing light. It is the very driving force of modern civilization that has cut through the darkness of the night where the unknown and the ignorant mingle and brought the light of civilization to the world.
It is the very essence of a brilliant white light.
What is dark, then? What is the darkness of the night?
It is an illusion.
Before the light of civilization and wisdom, all of humanity possessed countless illusions that should have been our understanding of the world itself. In other words, things that do not exist. Things that cannot be seen in the radiance of civilization, things that are dreamed of.
In the distant past...
There was certainly a time when people continued to exist with those illusions.
A time when nature, illusions and gods continued to exist together?
A time when spirits, monsters, and the abyss continue to exist together?
It was a time when the deceptions of the occultists were common throughout human society.
However, as humanity acquired the light of civilization, they disappeared.
Like a shadow driven out by the light. Yes, the dark, the darkness of night.
Like the stars, it was drowned out by the gray of smoke exhaust.
And.
We have lost sight of the illusions.
There are no illusions in our reality, now we meet them only at the end of our dreams.
The truth and madness that lies in the depths of the abyss is often forgotten by everyone.
Spirits, fairies, gods, they were called by many names.
The old things that were part of human activities in the past.
They are not real creatures, they are just illusions dreamed up by people.
However.
There is only one left, the Black King...
"The Black King.
Do you know who that is? Who they are?
Not many people, even those of the Society, the West India Company, know of him."
The man with the sunglasses, sitting in the armchair, stated abruptly.
While reflecting the soft light in his glowing sunglasses.
"The Black King..."
The light responds and announces a voice.
Softly, with a flicker of great interest. The light speaks, signaling its intentions, emitting a voice of mystery that is not properly a voice. Much like the light the lost sky once brought, something very different speaks.
Like a swaying illusion.
Like a crawling fantasy.
"What kind of person are they?"
"They are not human.
The Society has concluded that they are a highly conceptual entity."
"A concept?"
"Yes. That of Jet Black."
"Then it is only a metaphysical entity.
They are an illusion, something that should not have a physical effect on mankind and the world."
"Not really."
"?"
"That which is beyond comprehension.
That which is beyond human understanding.
If you call it an illusion, for example, then sure, that would be it."
The man shrugged his shoulders.
The gesture was much like the gestures of Engine factory workers swearing at the still engine smoke, but the soft light didn't even notice it.
"It's capable of making an influence. It's different.
Rather, it's something else.
On the contrary, everything could be a part of that reason and law. For example, in the distant past, beyond time, space, and causality, his "Jet Black" devoured several infinitely stacked, multilayered universes that multiply indefinitely. Or even that..."
"?"
"You won't be able to understand it.
It's impossible for you."
The man said as if he were speaking the truth.
In his expression, one can see a strong feeling of intense hatred for something.
It was not originally intended to be shown, but it could not be hidden, and a sharp gleam of light flashed behind the sunglasses.
"I don't understand.
Therefore, you are the inputter.
I/we feel the need to search the Database."
Something hovers around the soft light.
Like a fairy tale, it was a cluster of glowing flat squares. These luminous quadrangles floating in the darkness are a sight for the occult, but in reality, they are nothing more than mechanical devices. The latest "air crystal screen," a visual device that uses a special mainframe to link images, is a total of six screens that have been activated.
Six screens.
On four of them, the Blue Sky and unnatural Cracking Light are depicted.
As for the remaining two, they all showed only something as inorganic as a sandstorm.
However, there is a fifth one.
The fifth screen showed something.
It was...
--A girl with a Golden Eye and a pair of children.
--And a tall man watching them from a distance. A man in black.
The soft light was intensely disturbed and blurred.
It reminds me of the expression of a human being who is trembling in fear of something.
"What...is...this?"
"Well?"
"Why...why am I...trembling so much?"
"Do not look away.
Even if you have no eyes, what matters is to "understand" it."
"But..."
"Endure it. Stare at it. This is the truth.
He's looking into that Golden Eye. That's the only thing I know for sure.
There's no way to run a Difference Engine to calculate the answer.
The Black Man, at this time, in 1906, was looking into the Golden Eye."
"The...Black Man..."
"That's right. The Black Man.
The Black. The Darkness. The Abyss. The Night. The Universe. The End of Illusions. The Jet black."
"..."
The soft light can't say anything.
It just fluctuated intensely, blurring and almost disappearing even, but never said a word.
Did the light feel anything? I do not know.
And then the final, sixth screen starts up in earnest.
What appears on the screen was...
--A woman polishing silverware.
--The figure of a woman dressed in a male army uniform of the British Empire, dignified and beautiful.
The soft light flickers violently.
It was reminiscent of the human gesture of raising their voice to assert their thought of support.
"This woman..."
"Do you understand?"
"She's not a human, is she?
I understand. I/we can't help, but notice it."
"So you know?"
"But, oh, they are something different from me/us too...?
That look. Those eyes. I/we do not know such "fluctuating" meaning hidden behind it.
This, is...surely..."
The soft light seemed excited.
The voice continued to flicker.
"Are those feelings...?
Then is she human? Or the same thing as me/us. Oh, why?"
"You figure it out."
"Oh..."
"What say you," the man didn't have an expression on his face.
"I/we don't have the words to describe this thought noise."
"Good grief.
After all this time, it's this again."
"I/we have a feeling of discovery and attunement. Along with great fear.
Darkness. The Dark. The Abyss. The Night. The Universe. The End of Illusions. The Jet black. I/we are puzzled about the connection between the Black Man and the grown woman with the girl of the Golden Eye. Why did you show these in succession? If these three can be intersected by any of the elements/factors, then I ask for a Mesmerian Example reconstruction of the past facts presented.
This is an important matter. I/we want to know it."
"Don't get excited. Relax."
The man said.
The lips that should have been expressionless was twisted.
He points to the man, the girl, and the woman projected on the two screens that emerged...
"This is a story of feelings from the distant Abyss.
These are the traces of the eyes that sought tomorrow.
At times, even when faced with the Jet Black that eats up all of the sky, it does not falter. It does not stop walking.
I will teach you the name of the dreadful Jet Black."
"The name of Jet Black. This is..."
"...beyond eternity and infinity. A world without light. Its name is Sharnoth of the Jet Black."
There is a dark room composed of Chrome.
It was a place where someone would stand on a kind of "machine" like an altar located in the center of the room, with a natural, soft light that flickers and continues to emit a soft impression, and a young man sitting in an Armchair.
A faint sound could be heard.
The volume itself was not so loud, but it sounded heavy, as if it came from the depths of the earth.
It was the sound of an engine. The sound of a steam engine in operation. The sound of civilization's footsteps and breathing.
The Engine is a symbol of the people of the present day in 190X.
Something to light up the darkness. A glowing light. It is the very driving force of modern civilization that has cut through the darkness of the night where the unknown and the ignorant mingle and brought the light of civilization to the world.
It is the very essence of a brilliant white light.
What is dark, then? What is the darkness of the night?
It is an illusion.
Before the light of civilization and wisdom, all of humanity possessed countless illusions that should have been our understanding of the world itself. In other words, things that do not exist. Things that cannot be seen in the radiance of civilization, things that are dreamed of.
In the distant past...
There was certainly a time when people continued to exist with those illusions.
A time when nature, illusions and gods continued to exist together?
A time when spirits, monsters, and the abyss continue to exist together?
It was a time when the deceptions of the occultists were common throughout human society.
However, as humanity acquired the light of civilization, they disappeared.
Like a shadow driven out by the light. Yes, the dark, the darkness of night.
Like the stars, it was drowned out by the gray of smoke exhaust.
And.
We have lost sight of the illusions.
There are no illusions in our reality, now we meet them only at the end of our dreams.
The truth and madness that lies in the depths of the abyss is often forgotten by everyone.
Spirits, fairies, gods, they were called by many names.
The old things that were part of human activities in the past.
They are not real creatures, they are just illusions dreamed up by people.
However.
There is only one left, the Black King...
"The Black King.
Do you know who that is? Who they are?
Not many people, even those of the Society, the West India Company, know of him."
The man with the sunglasses, sitting in the armchair, stated abruptly.
While reflecting the soft light in his glowing sunglasses.
"The Black King..."
The light responds and announces a voice.
Softly, with a flicker of great interest. The light speaks, signaling its intentions, emitting a voice of mystery that is not properly a voice. Much like the light the lost sky once brought, something very different speaks.
Like a swaying illusion.
Like a crawling fantasy.
"What kind of person are they?"
"They are not human.
The Society has concluded that they are a highly conceptual entity."
"A concept?"
"Yes. That of Jet Black."
"Then it is only a metaphysical entity.
They are an illusion, something that should not have a physical effect on mankind and the world."
"Not really."
"?"
"That which is beyond comprehension.
That which is beyond human understanding.
If you call it an illusion, for example, then sure, that would be it."
The man shrugged his shoulders.
The gesture was much like the gestures of Engine factory workers swearing at the still engine smoke, but the soft light didn't even notice it.
"It's capable of making an influence. It's different.
Rather, it's something else.
On the contrary, everything could be a part of that reason and law. For example, in the distant past, beyond time, space, and causality, his "Jet Black" devoured several infinitely stacked, multilayered universes that multiply indefinitely. Or even that..."
"?"
"You won't be able to understand it.
It's impossible for you."
The man said as if he were speaking the truth.
In his expression, one can see a strong feeling of intense hatred for something.
It was not originally intended to be shown, but it could not be hidden, and a sharp gleam of light flashed behind the sunglasses.
"I don't understand.
Therefore, you are the inputter.
I/we feel the need to search the Database."
Something hovers around the soft light.
Like a fairy tale, it was a cluster of glowing flat squares. These luminous quadrangles floating in the darkness are a sight for the occult, but in reality, they are nothing more than mechanical devices. The latest "air crystal screen," a visual device that uses a special mainframe to link images, is a total of six screens that have been activated.
Six screens.
On four of them, the Blue Sky and unnatural Cracking Light are depicted.
As for the remaining two, they all showed only something as inorganic as a sandstorm.
However, there is a fifth one.
The fifth screen showed something.
It was...
--A girl with a Golden Eye and a pair of children.
--And a tall man watching them from a distance. A man in black.
The soft light was intensely disturbed and blurred.
It reminds me of the expression of a human being who is trembling in fear of something.
"What...is...this?"
"Well?"
"Why...why am I...trembling so much?"
"Do not look away.
Even if you have no eyes, what matters is to "understand" it."
"But..."
"Endure it. Stare at it. This is the truth.
He's looking into that Golden Eye. That's the only thing I know for sure.
There's no way to run a Difference Engine to calculate the answer.
The Black Man, at this time, in 1906, was looking into the Golden Eye."
"The...Black Man..."
"That's right. The Black Man.
The Black. The Darkness. The Abyss. The Night. The Universe. The End of Illusions. The Jet black."
"..."
The soft light can't say anything.
It just fluctuated intensely, blurring and almost disappearing even, but never said a word.
Did the light feel anything? I do not know.
And then the final, sixth screen starts up in earnest.
What appears on the screen was...
--A woman polishing silverware.
--The figure of a woman dressed in a male army uniform of the British Empire, dignified and beautiful.
The soft light flickers violently.
It was reminiscent of the human gesture of raising their voice to assert their thought of support.
"This woman..."
"Do you understand?"
"She's not a human, is she?
I understand. I/we can't help, but notice it."
"So you know?"
"But, oh, they are something different from me/us too...?
That look. Those eyes. I/we do not know such "fluctuating" meaning hidden behind it.
This, is...surely..."
The soft light seemed excited.
The voice continued to flicker.
"Are those feelings...?
Then is she human? Or the same thing as me/us. Oh, why?"
"You figure it out."
"Oh..."
"What say you," the man didn't have an expression on his face.
"I/we don't have the words to describe this thought noise."
"Good grief.
After all this time, it's this again."
"I/we have a feeling of discovery and attunement. Along with great fear.
Darkness. The Dark. The Abyss. The Night. The Universe. The End of Illusions. The Jet black. I/we are puzzled about the connection between the Black Man and the grown woman with the girl of the Golden Eye. Why did you show these in succession? If these three can be intersected by any of the elements/factors, then I ask for a Mesmerian Example reconstruction of the past facts presented.
This is an important matter. I/we want to know it."
"Don't get excited. Relax."
The man said.
The lips that should have been expressionless was twisted.
He points to the man, the girl, and the woman projected on the two screens that emerged...
"This is a story of feelings from the distant Abyss.
These are the traces of the eyes that sought tomorrow.
At times, even when faced with the Jet Black that eats up all of the sky, it does not falter. It does not stop walking.
I will teach you the name of the dreadful Jet Black."
"The name of Jet Black. This is..."
"...beyond eternity and infinity. A world without light. Its name is Sharnoth of the Jet Black."
（To Be Continued...）
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