Posterra Vol.3 - Trapped Oracles

For now, they are mostly a forlorn sight for those of mathematical beliefs. The story goes that in distant age a rip in space and time tossed impossible beings of curious, organized and ordered dimension into our reality. One that proven way too harsh if not just toxic to the entities of pure order and angles and mathematical perfection. They tried to survive, wrapping their ideations in cold, smooth surfaces of polished, otherworldly ceramics, bound by physical powers that were hard to describe or name. Alas, the cruel touch of reality proven too much for them – the world, simply put, was crooked for them. Reality was their poison and they were forced to drank from it. One after another they grew corrupt, the dreaded stubborn nature of life dripping virulently into their very beings, twisting their pure forms into cankerous flesh, glistening and writhing at the ethereal winds. As time passed, their sentience shattered and fragmented further, their writhing form ossifying, growing rigid with lack of vitality. By now these trapped beings are merely shades of what they were, their perfection sullied, their brilliant code-souls fragmented. And yet, they are now held as oracles by some curious cults of the machines and the lunatics, claiming that by listening to their binaric songs and gathering the puzzles of their scattered equations they can glimpse the events of the futures to come.