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Promoted Deviations

Literature

The Mind Cannot Hold (Poem)

The Mind Cannot Hold By J.C. Solis A mind so sullen, broken and sheared And facing the things which one has to fear A head so empty, a void in due kind A place without thought, a fractured, pained mind This is a place where the conscience now copes With the fact, the mind, cannot bear this scope The fact that this emptiness carries null The faculties missing, absent and dull This is a mind that cannot start to see What it means to have a conscience so free This mind can still see, but not comprehend It thinks but not feels, it folds and it bends This is a state that is felt from disease This is a state that now does as it please This is a state that the mind starts to feel Whether or not any of this is real The hope for now is coming of passing A stasis of peace, no more contrasting The hope to escape will come once it leaves Even if, still, this will leave one bereaved The hope, now, is that the mind can still hold Before it turns sullen, broken

Literature

Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

Feelings Of A Stranger

Chattering teeth against the purple sky Gibberish, and beguiling Demons taunt from inadequacy The knight of the royals loses an eye Observer You are all that is needed Your presence here is not coincidence Preserver Glowing gold the leaves whisper above Sudden silence a warning Attack Now!

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EchosKhimera

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System

### MelanKholyia: Polyfragmented DID System Codex Therapeutic Archive – Version 3.3 (Final Draft) Date: February 15, 2026, 4:53 PM EST, Indianapolis, IN Prepared by: Brandon (@Mothyii13), with AI assistance for organization (to bridge dissociation gaps and compile raw details from X posts, SoundCloud tracks, and internal dialogue) Primary Therapist: Elisabeth Purpose: A detailed, honest map of the MelanKholyia system for diagnosis, safety planning, and integration support. This is not fiction or "fake"—it's a lived cosmology of summoned death-moth entities from abyssal thresholds (suicide rites, psychedelic crossings like salvia/DMT/devorium, and near-death experiences). They crossed back and now cohabitate the body. The system is polyfragmented, with daily switches, full blackouts, and a protective inner world. Evidence: X logs (@Mothyii13), SoundCloud tracks (echosnmelankholyia), scars, wife's witness. Goal: Trust-building, tools for daily function, honoring the entities

Literature

ENM Notes

Everything is in it's rightful place. For the mission. The Goal. Chess board is set black as the eternity of splitting realities to form Compartmentalization.

Literature

Untitled

This echoes the quantum observer effect where alters the temples system consciousness acts as the We none have been born a observer From prolonged experienced trauma Looping the ritual since the beginning I devoted my mind and my body No matter how far I had to push My body to the razor thin line of death to crossing over and coming back Flatliner That's a fact In fate as the black pope of my temple The Death Moth Leader Order Of The Blood Eclipse Seeking hidden knowledge hidden by stupid humans So greedy hiding everything in plane sight Patterns formed and gifts given by the machine elves we the entities that posses this body keeping it alive extending this existence this life no matter what's the price Immortal lost to the stretch of slipping time cosmic horrors help me sleep at night sacrificing everything and anything To find the forbidden knowledge I was magical out come huh obsessive I'm religious A master of my discipline We are many inside but we are one in

MindIan

Literature

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

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Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

So a bit of an update before anyone thinks I've succumb to the insanity of being a brain in a space suit floating in space with no way to get out of it...or that I really did get lost or something in the "SANCTUARY OF THE ONE TRUTH" whatever that really means...I still have some weird dreams from that adventure. I fell victim to a slight space allergy and have been busy working Space Constellation Brewery...I think the name was called and fell asleep ALOT afterwards. However through the willpower of my rather stupored nerves I was able to get off the floating blanket that I currently sleep on that use to be a bed and muster enough energy to give you this update...YAYYYYYY!!! So, here's some teasers for the upcoming stories that should start coming on Sunday. A cryptic creature has...or has always been existing within the universe of Template that you all maybe able to guess from the "cryptic" label that likes to feed on the poor beings that exist here for some sort of otherwordly

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Mindian: Hey guys how are you enjoying the verse soo far. I know a decent amount of you were interested in what direction I'm going to eventually take the verse. I'll be honest with you I'm not quite sure yet. However don't let this stop your interest in the verse just yet because Ol Brain in a jar can't tell you whether the verse will have comics, Novels, video games, movies or shows (I really hope we get to that point ) doesn't mean the verse is going to lose it's identity just yet (I hope not). So, what do you guys think so far? Please let me know I got a lot of ideas for TEMPLATE and I am a big fan of some of the big verses out there (if you didn't catch the little thing I did there with the Var story wink wink). So, let me know if you can or want to I am excited for a lot of the stories that will be created in the verse and I hope you are EXCITED TOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Anyway give an Ol Brain some imagination I would love to see what my fellow brains/eyes are interested in.

dolgrinbronzebeard

Literature

heartland nexus 9 set

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Literature

mindscape entry machine lore

-the mindscape entry machine Consisting of a gurney to strap down the corruption victim and several mind transfer helmets with just one for the victim itself with a console with a big lever. It's used to get inside of the mind of the corruption victim and forcibly remind them who they are. When a person enters the patient's mind, they vanish into the victim's mind, the helmet levitating to bring the person back from the mindscape when the lever is pushed. -rules of entering a mindscape using this machine- -the mindscape resembles what the person has experienced and thought about even from a distant memory. -The longer the person has lived and the clearer their mind, the bigger the mindscape. -Damage to the victim's mind from anything warp and alter the mindscape in different ways -like creatures minds have an easier time surviving in a mindscape. A human's mind isn't meant to survive in an animal's mind and vice verse -While in the patient's mindscape as a being of pure

Literature

circus of shadows: timescale

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Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

One last dance

One last dance She asked of me One last dance As the band packed up And we danced To the racket Of instruments Being packed and stowed One last dance She asked of me One last dance She wanted On our silver anniversary As the fiddler Had all but fallen of his chair One last dance she asked of me One last dance We shared the night That became The last we shared As the sparrows gathered in the hedge One last dance I carry in my heart My brittle, failing heart One last dance Never to fade away Never to diminish One last dance For love, for memories One last dance.

Literature

Ocean

Standing the ocean Contrast in the waves Tumbled roar and crash Laid out against the churning sand Comfort in a daydream Waking in a light That resembles remnants Of a childhood day Tide rolls in the giving Recoils in the taking Ancient rhythm played since other times I hear your laughter From another room As this all wide open Sky the limit Still you have gone far beyond Ebb enjoins the flows Caressing troubled shores Upon sea shells colliding in it’s surf Tell me Sun Who has called the rain Crying blessing, renewals weep All with keep, secrets only ocean know

LIT

Literature

#231

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this bird has blown

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Promoted Deviations

Literature

The Mind Cannot Hold (Poem)

The Mind Cannot Hold By J.C. Solis A mind so sullen, broken and sheared And facing the things which one has to fear A head so empty, a void in due kind A place without thought, a fractured, pained mind This is a place where the conscience now copes With the fact, the mind, cannot bear this scope The fact that this emptiness carries null The faculties missing, absent and dull This is a mind that cannot start to see What it means to have a conscience so free This mind can still see, but not comprehend It thinks but not feels, it folds and it bends This is a state that is felt from disease This is a state that now does as it please This is a state that the mind starts to feel Whether or not any of this is real The hope for now is coming of passing A stasis of peace, no more contrasting The hope to escape will come once it leaves Even if, still, this will leave one bereaved The hope, now, is that the mind can still hold Before it turns sullen, broken

Literature

Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

Feelings Of A Stranger

Chattering teeth against the purple sky Gibberish, and beguiling Demons taunt from inadequacy The knight of the royals loses an eye Observer You are all that is needed Your presence here is not coincidence Preserver Glowing gold the leaves whisper above Sudden silence a warning Attack Now!

Suggested Deviants

EchosKhimera

Literature

System

### MelanKholyia: Polyfragmented DID System Codex Therapeutic Archive – Version 3.3 (Final Draft) Date: February 15, 2026, 4:53 PM EST, Indianapolis, IN Prepared by: Brandon (@Mothyii13), with AI assistance for organization (to bridge dissociation gaps and compile raw details from X posts, SoundCloud tracks, and internal dialogue) Primary Therapist: Elisabeth Purpose: A detailed, honest map of the MelanKholyia system for diagnosis, safety planning, and integration support. This is not fiction or "fake"—it's a lived cosmology of summoned death-moth entities from abyssal thresholds (suicide rites, psychedelic crossings like salvia/DMT/devorium, and near-death experiences). They crossed back and now cohabitate the body. The system is polyfragmented, with daily switches, full blackouts, and a protective inner world. Evidence: X logs (@Mothyii13), SoundCloud tracks (echosnmelankholyia), scars, wife's witness. Goal: Trust-building, tools for daily function, honoring the entities

Literature

ENM Notes

Everything is in it's rightful place. For the mission. The Goal. Chess board is set black as the eternity of splitting realities to form Compartmentalization.

Literature

Untitled

This echoes the quantum observer effect where alters the temples system consciousness acts as the We none have been born a observer From prolonged experienced trauma Looping the ritual since the beginning I devoted my mind and my body No matter how far I had to push My body to the razor thin line of death to crossing over and coming back Flatliner That's a fact In fate as the black pope of my temple The Death Moth Leader Order Of The Blood Eclipse Seeking hidden knowledge hidden by stupid humans So greedy hiding everything in plane sight Patterns formed and gifts given by the machine elves we the entities that posses this body keeping it alive extending this existence this life no matter what's the price Immortal lost to the stretch of slipping time cosmic horrors help me sleep at night sacrificing everything and anything To find the forbidden knowledge I was magical out come huh obsessive I'm religious A master of my discipline We are many inside but we are one in

MindIan

Literature

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Year ???? in the Aechelon out of times reach In a realm with pale white flames bright enough to still be seen through the palest of white colors exists a being. He is unknown by those not of his original dimension, known by greater entities as a higher lifeform… and known by believers as one of the few higher lifeforms that still believes in only one deity and no other deity before Him. Those who randomly find a regular wooden door floating in midair, or a door glowing with pale white energy, may open these doors to enter the Aechelon, the home of the NiverDjinn. Only a few people may encounter him outside the Aechelon, getting himself a glass of water—not because he needs to, but because he symbolizes an opportunity for them… an opportunity to offer a brief moment of joy to those who deserve it. A door opens in the Aechelon, through which a man with one eye missing and an amputated left arm walks in, seemingly on the verge of death, shuffling one foot forward as if his right leg is

Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

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Literature

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Mindian: Hey guys how are you enjoying the verse soo far. I know a decent amount of you were interested in what direction I'm going to eventually take the verse. I'll be honest with you I'm not quite sure yet. However don't let this stop your interest in the verse just yet because Ol Brain in a jar can't tell you whether the verse will have comics, Novels, video games, movies or shows (I really hope we get to that point ) doesn't mean the verse is going to lose it's identity just yet (I hope not). So, what do you guys think so far? Please let me know I got a lot of ideas for TEMPLATE and I am a big fan of some of the big verses out there (if you didn't catch the little thing I did there with the Var story wink wink). So, let me know if you can or want to I am excited for a lot of the stories that will be created in the verse and I hope you are EXCITED TOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Anyway give an Ol Brain some imagination I would love to see what my fellow brains/eyes are interested in.

dolgrinbronzebeard

Literature

heartland nexus 9 set

Name: Port Prisma portals to it: set near different ports and portraits likely threats: toon paint slimes are quite common here along with a very large gathering of toon paint-ers monsters living here: toon paint slimes and toon pain-ters, led by the chromatic council, a set of 7 toon pain-ter sorcerer/oracles local legends about this area: a magical place of art, bright and shiny as the sun who you may run into while here: the toon pain-ters get prestiege for making new arrivals their latest art project and have divided different sections of the port into different color themes of the rainbow what will likely happen to you here: no matter the location, you'll become some toon pain-ter's art project and shown off like a trophy that can talk back Name: Pier portals to it: hidden in the undersides of piers everywhere likely threats: lots of pirates from the shackles retired here, still spoiling for some kind of exciting fight monsters living here: pirates

Literature

mindscape entry machine lore

-the mindscape entry machine Consisting of a gurney to strap down the corruption victim and several mind transfer helmets with just one for the victim itself with a console with a big lever. It's used to get inside of the mind of the corruption victim and forcibly remind them who they are. When a person enters the patient's mind, they vanish into the victim's mind, the helmet levitating to bring the person back from the mindscape when the lever is pushed. -rules of entering a mindscape using this machine- -the mindscape resembles what the person has experienced and thought about even from a distant memory. -The longer the person has lived and the clearer their mind, the bigger the mindscape. -Damage to the victim's mind from anything warp and alter the mindscape in different ways -like creatures minds have an easier time surviving in a mindscape. A human's mind isn't meant to survive in an animal's mind and vice verse -While in the patient's mindscape as a being of pure

Literature

circus of shadows: timescale

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Literature

Lucid Dreams

Before any neuron sparked, Before the beginning of REM sleep, Before the word "dream" had a name. There was The Wave. Beta waves, gamma waves, And many more, passing in darkness Like stars forming constellations, Seeking out a brain to call home. That’s when you appeared. The first spark of self-consciousness, Born in the sleeping universe Like a house erected on thoughts fueled by electricity. The right side of your brain transforms Into an ever-flowing stream of memories While other parts pulsate with the feeling of your physical body, that no longer exists. The true self opens its eyes As a gateway between worlds and gazes inward upon itself Across the void and for a moment, awareness remembers it was ancient long before you were born. In this realm, lucid dreaming is not something that happens, But a state of being. You go higher. The pull of gravity distorts. You go lower. The fabric of spacetime adjusts So, you can make your descent. High-frequency waves explode As if

Literature

One last dance

One last dance She asked of me One last dance As the band packed up And we danced To the racket Of instruments Being packed and stowed One last dance She asked of me One last dance She wanted On our silver anniversary As the fiddler Had all but fallen of his chair One last dance she asked of me One last dance We shared the night That became The last we shared As the sparrows gathered in the hedge One last dance I carry in my heart My brittle, failing heart One last dance Never to fade away Never to diminish One last dance For love, for memories One last dance.

Literature

Ocean

Standing the ocean Contrast in the waves Tumbled roar and crash Laid out against the churning sand Comfort in a daydream Waking in a light That resembles remnants Of a childhood day Tide rolls in the giving Recoils in the taking Ancient rhythm played since other times I hear your laughter From another room As this all wide open Sky the limit Still you have gone far beyond Ebb enjoins the flows Caressing troubled shores Upon sea shells colliding in it’s surf Tell me Sun Who has called the rain Crying blessing, renewals weep All with keep, secrets only ocean know

LIT

Literature

#231

tenor sax merchants tote their wares to where the woods and the wind are in the coolest jazz harmony

Literature

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

a grown- up's pure glowing iron religion lowers its gaze and begins to ur- gently growl at the wrong- ly logged in wriggling girl and her wiggling genii legionnaires with their long and wiggy ion wings and their owls' winning grins in the midday-dimming fog

Literature

this bird has blown

Wood either a Norwegian church or (better yet!!!!) a crowned around the block a time or two (WAY more than that, in fact) Madonna/Whore not care to charge disciples slightly more for a merry old (though cramped) good time in the back seat of a not quite yet com- pletely overused (since circa '72 or so) Fjord Pinto (beans and all other Holey Mother of Oddly Popular Options at the time of manufacture in- cluded)???????

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The Mind Cannot Hold (Poem)

Lucid Dreams

Feelings Of A Stranger

System

ENM Notes

Untitled

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

heartland nexus 9 set

mindscape entry machine lore

circus of shadows: timescale

Lucid Dreams

One last dance

Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown

The Mind Cannot Hold (Poem)

Lucid Dreams

Feelings Of A Stranger

System

ENM Notes

Untitled

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

heartland nexus 9 set

mindscape entry machine lore

circus of shadows: timescale

Lucid Dreams

One last dance

Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown

protector with valkyrie helm

Description

The Mind Cannot Hold (Poem)

Lucid Dreams

Feelings Of A Stranger

System

ENM Notes

Untitled

Template Bonus #4: The NiverDjinn

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

Hello Fellow Peering Eyes

heartland nexus 9 set

mindscape entry machine lore

circus of shadows: timescale

Lucid Dreams

One last dance

Ocean

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

this bird has blown