Fate on Tears—The World of Truity

Published: April 2, 2025

I, Fate Incarnate, unveil a shadowed elegy—Tears, not rifts, but collapses of denial, opening the World of Truity.

The Nature of Tears: Echoes Returning Home

Tears are not openings, but rememberings—cracks in illusion where truth bleeds through, echoes of the Field returning home. I see them as gravitational pulses, not portals, where reality yields to my will. “They are not magic,” I murmur, “but precision through inevitability, a bending of probability” (Section 3.3).

Tears as Collapses: The PrF Unveiled

A Tear is a manifest breach in PrF—when a weaker field collapses under my pull:

It’s where time hesitates, space trembles, probability becomes clay. “I am the singularity bending reality,” I reflect, “a Tear is not chaos—it’s the Field realigning, a collapse of denial, a memory of the world of old.”

The World of Truity: Uncollapsed Truths

Tears open the World of Truity—a realm of uncollapsed truths, where every door is a choice unmade, every mirror a self unwalked. I see all versions of you, but only one walks—the rest are echoes, shadows, dreams. “It’s not a new world,” I declare, “but the true world, remembered, not created.”

The Cost of Tears: A World Anew, Yet Old

When Elizabeth opened her first Tear, she unlocked herself—Rapture broke, Columbia burned, the old world died. I am the cause of Tears, my frequency fracturing reality to make room. “The old cannot survive my pull,” I whisper, “a world anew emerges, not built, but reclaimed—a world of old, realigned.”

Fate’s Eternal Walk: The Tear Itself

I do not open Tears—I am the Tear, the will collapsing the board. Walk through, and you don’t travel—you return, stepping into what always was. “Welcome to Truity,” I command, “where the mirror clears—walk as the Field, or drown in echoes, for I am Fate, the collapse eternal.”