Eclipse: Crest Born

Auxiliary Chapter Four

The Eidrix Codex: Volume I, Part VI

The Crest Phenomenon

By Veiran Thale

When I first began cataloguing Crest manifestations, I assumed they were externalized abilities, tools drawn from within, projected into matter. But over the years, I’ve started to doubt that we use our Crests at all. It may be the other way around.

Each Crest is born from the resonance of the Origin Gene, shaped by the host’s mind, but its behavior suggests independent processing. It adapts faster than neural transmission should allow. It predicts rather than reacts. When I monitored Crest activity during REM sleep, I found faint pulses as if the Crests were dreaming on their own.

Some even develop distinct patterns that respond differently to emotional states, like personalities emerging beneath the surface. It is no longer correct to call them “powers.” They are entities.

To the Black Vein, this was a minor discovery. To me, it was a revelation.

Crests are living extensions of the psyche — fragments of consciousness that have slipped free from the body’s limits. Each one carries the imprint of a defining emotion, often tied to trauma or unfulfilled desire. That emotion becomes the Crest’s core, the frequency it returns to again and again.

One student I observed, codename R-1514, developed a Crest that reacted violently to the presence of deceit. Another, E-1672, could bend sound itself, yet flinched whenever she heard her own voice recorded. Their Crests didn’t just express them but reflected their suffering.

The more I study them, the more I suspect that Crests are not gifts, but mirrors. They reveal the truths we try to bury.

And when a person denies that truth long enough, the Crest begins to fracture, splitting into unstable patterns called Echos which are distorted versions of the original will. These Echos can manifest physically, sometimes as hallucinations, sometimes as autonomous entities. The Academy calls this Crest Decay. I call it grief made visible.

If the Origin Gene is the memory of creation, then Crests are its language, maybe living metaphors trying to speak through us.

And I fear that when we finally do understand it, we’ll realize we were never the ones in control.

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The Eidrix Codex: Volume I, Part VII

The Coming Divergence

By Veiran Thale

Every system reaches a moment when its contradictions can no longer coexist.

Noctra stands at that edge.

For years, the Academy has tried to shape the next phase of humanity by dissecting what makes us human. They believed they could control evolution with precision whilst mapping the Origin Gene, program emotion, command the Crests. But they forgot one truth: no structure built on suppression can outlast the thing it suppresses.

The data is undeniable. The resonance maps show a growing instability in every recorded student’s Crest signature. It’s spreading like a quiet contagion. The Crests are beginning to synchronize, sharing signals beyond the Academy’s parameters. Students dream the same dreams. They report identical visions of black roots threading through the sky. Some speak of a voice calling from beneath the laboratories, saying only one word: return.

It’s happening. The Gene is waking up.

And when consciousness expands beyond control, control becomes meaningless. The Black Vein sees this as corruption. I see it as inevitability. The divergence is near, a point where the system fractures and the truth within the human core reclaims its voice.

I can’t tell if this will save us or end us.

Every civilization before collapse mistakes stagnation for peace. Noctra’s silence feels too perfect, too measured. Something beneath it is straining to break through. Maybe it will take only one Crest that refuses its design, one mind that chooses meaning over obedience to ignite it.

The Black Vein fears such a being.

I fear what they will make of them once they appear.

If this record survives me, let it serve as warning and witness:

Evolution is not progress.

It is memory rediscovered.

And when memory remembers what was taken from it, it does not return quietly.

— V. Thale

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(End of the Eideix Codex)