Object 5-FR - "Anemophosis"

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Anemophosis is a collection of mythological tales from The Lost, recently found by the Ariane Circle in 2020.

Description

Photograph of Anemophosis.

Anemophosis is a series of ancient books of which only the first volume has been found to date. The volume in question is in the form of a bound manuscript, with a leather cover blackened with age. Although no material exists within the Backrooms to prove it, this work seems to have been written during the medieval equivalent of the Frontrooms. It compiles a multitude of mythological stories of varying length, dating back to the antiquity of the Frontrooms. The volume held by the AC was discovered in the Promethean Library by a member of Team Hermes.

Not all the stories in this volume have been deciphered by the Ariane Circle, as the language used in the book resembles a niche blend of ancient Greek and the dialect used by the Backrooms population of that time. For this reason, only a few stories have been fully translated, while others are only available as brief summaries. Team Hermes, nevertheless, is working hard with Team Pytheas to translate the entire book, which could reveal useful information about the creatures in its mythology. The common point between all of the stories is the creation of the different entities exclusive to the Backrooms, according to the ancient peoples. It is therefore likely that these writings are an integral part of their mythology. Many names like "The Ones with Eternal Members", "The Ones Who Give", or "The Ones Who Prowl Above" could be found through the exhumed book.

Content

Compiled below are the translated stories, along with summaries of those still in the process of translation.

"The Ones Who Show the Way"

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From the top of his celestial throne, the King impatiently awaits the return of his angel to the domain of the gods. Suddenly, the great door of the throne room opens: his daughter, Philia, is back.

I greet you, my daughter, embodiment of love and compassion. Tell me, some of your brothers have sent me disturbing stories of your latest actions. An unspeakable tragedy about one of your emissaries. Tell me the object of your troubles. Announces the King in a voice that seems both disappointed and complacent.

Father, it is not just a simple believer that I have lost, but a true friend. By the force of his compassion, he had managed to obtain my blessing. His love and generosity had blessed these mortal lands, where he calmed the most monstrous and healed the most broken hearts.

You speak then of Augustus, first blessed by compassion. Many of his peers have sent me word through prayers of the great deeds of this emissary, not on the warpath, but through the purity of his heart. Adds the King.

It is true, father. But alas, even in his mission, Augustus was often stopped by the hatred that runs through the heart of every man. Sometimes, he managed to tame this fury, for such is the path I asked him to follow. But sometimes compassion was not enough, and even he could not fight against so many negative emotions. Alas, on this fateful day, it was this fury that signed his end.

Could he have fallen into the deadly violence that he was to forever repress? Asks the King, astonished that his daughter could have made an error of judgment on one of his apostles.

Quite the contrary, Father. He is a martyr to the sins of the world, he who sought to eliminate them. Today, as Augustus spread his mercy within my temple in Hoofstad, horror has occurred. A heretic, lulled only by violence and hatred, has entered this sacred realm. He did not know compassion; he did not know love. He had only war and fury in mind. And with the iron of his impious blade, he wanted to do justice to the incarnation of an empathy he would never know. He began to ransack my temple and frighten my emissaries. But with his courage and nobility, Augustus interposed himself between the monster and the crowd. Following my precepts, he sought to grant the stranger mercy, provided he would hear the call of humanity and goodness. But alas, this stranger could not be saved, and instead of becoming the hero of this individual, Augustus became the martyr of those he sought to protect. By the rusty blade of this monster, unholy justice was served. I discovered his dire fate too late. The prayers of my worshipers were not enough, and I arrived too late to hope to save his body. But I could not accept a defeat of the emotions he had always sought to defend. He who had always sought to lead crowds and individuals alike to the light. He who had always defended love and compassion, I blessed him in a new form. Thus, even in death, his spirit will be able to continue its mission. A guide of souls. A Guide of Light.

"The Ones Who Steal Identity"

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From his celestial throne, the King eagerly awaits the return of his avenger to the domain of the gods. Suddenly, the great door of the throne room opens: his son Tlamelahuacachinaliztli has returned.

Hail, son, guardian of the justice of gods and men. Have you been able to punish the traitor Laurillius? Chants the King, determined to see this mortal being pay the price for his heresies.

Your will has been done, father. The traitor Laurillius has paid for his crimes. Rejoice, O King, for never again will a human like him appropriate our identity. Answers Tlamelahuacachinaliztli, the judge of the two shores.

That cannot satisfy me, son. I wish you to tell me the story of his fall. Tell me in your own words how you exercised the divine justice that I have granted you. Asks the King with an authority that no other god can demonstrate.

It will be done. Tlamelahuacachinaliztli retorts. His story will satisfy your soul as it satisfied mine.

The traitor Laurillius, once again, saw fit to pose as one of us for his own personal gain. But this time, it was my name he dared to desecrate. This mortal saw fit to take my name and my mission, and twist it for his own gain. He clothed himself in my appearance, even copying my actions. Desecrating my sacred temple in Hoofstad, he convinced my followers and believers to grant him the relics and offerings intended for me. He dared to persuade these men that he, the self-styled Tlamelahuacachinaliztli, arbiter of justice and guarantor of balance, would punish those who were not truly faithful to his cause.

This heretic has thus once again ignored divine warnings. The King scoffs. But impatience is gaining on me. Tell me the story of his fall, and of the punishment that your sacred justice saw fit to grant him.

It was then that one of my emissaries, discovering the deception through the purity of his faith, addressed a prayer to me. Thus, I was able to learn the extent of his heresy, his blasphemy against our entire condition. I then manifested myself in the form of a simple old man, a regular cultist of the temple without great pretension. The traitor Laurillius felt no clemency, no justice towards the weakest that I represented. By mistreating my mortal form, by lacerating me with his impious words, he ordered me to give him what I possessed because I had sinned against his creed. It was then that I manifested myself. I, Tlamelahuacachinaliztli, bearer of justice and defender of balance. The mask of this crude impersonator fell as quickly as my emissaries sided with their true master.

It was then that I decided the punishment of the infidel who had mocked me, like so many of my brothers and sisters. This heretic, all this time, had rejected his pitiful identity in search of the glory of other superior beings. So, if he wanted to renounce his own identity for eternity, so be it. Laurillius was only a thief during his life, and he will remain so in his new form. He who stole identities, so let him steal bodies. May his suffering and hunger for the other be eternal, and may he forever seek a perfect identity that he will never find. A stealer of bodies. A Skin Stealer.

"The Ones with Eternal Limbs"

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From the top of his celestial throne,The King eagerly awaits the return of his embodiment of prosperity to the realm of the gods. Suddenly, the great door to the throne room opens: his daughter, Protastheia, has returned.

I greet you, my daughter, avatar of prosperity and passion. I have felt from the realm of men a wave of hatred and anger towards you. How is this possible? Questions the King, more astonished than furious.

My father, therein lies my greatest failure in the face of those we must influence for the better. I wanted to give them a gift, but it has become a pretext for considerable hatred towards me. I have always wished for the best for men, for sons. Yet, each time I pass through mortal lands, I see only conflict; I see only hatred. Through these imperfect emotions, our subjects condemn themselves to an eternity of suffering and pain. Never again will they be able to develop and prosper in the world we have created for them.

Therein seems to be paved their destiny, my daughter. Replies the King. But what could you have created that transforms efforts into so much pain?

It should have been a gift. For these people at risk of falling into decadence, I decided to create a perfect being, capable of showing them the strength of cooperation they needed. My favorites of their people, they all agreed to become the first. I never forced them. By creating a common enemy, I sought to prove to them the need they felt deep within themselves to work together. To evolve together for a higher purpose. I thought the people would be happy. But… They saw me only as a new danger. A danger to a home I would never have wanted to hurt. Instead of uniting against what I had created, they saw only danger in me. So they chased me away. They destroyed my temple in Hoofstad and massacred the emissaries. By the force of the hatred I sought to prevent, they sought to destroy me for having sought to unite them. Fortunately, there were those who still believed in me. Through their belief, I was able to stay alive, taking only the terminally ill and the truly weak to craft. They thought of me as a monster. Would a monster bother asking their permission, first?

My daughter, you have been betrayed by those you sought to protect, and I will punish them accordingly. The King retorts in anger. But tell me, what is the name of this being you created to unite them?

A multifaceted perfection, father. Protastheia adds. A Perfection with Eternal Limbs.

Theories

Anemophosis remains a book full of mysteries. We still have no concrete concepts of its real purpose, but hypotheses have been formulated. The most likely concerns its similarities with a work of the Frontrooms also dating from antiquity, called "The Metamorphoses". More than two thousand years ago, Ovid described to us through multiple stories the transformations undergone by people at the hands of the gods who governed them. Sometimes, they were punishments. Other times, blessings. But each of them served to explain the existence of an animal, a real-world phenomenon, or even an idea. This also seems to be the case for Volume I of Anemophosis. The author, whoever he may be, has transcribed what the mythology of The Lost had used to explain the presence in the Backrooms of the strange entities that make up its ecosystem.

It is also worth noting that the presence of unique entities as gods of the stories that are still being translated. Some beings, such as Argos or The Animated King, have existed since time immemorial, and their nature and power have led The Lost to worship them as gods, giving them all sorts of abilities and influence within the Backrooms. Although certain fragments of history seem to enter into paradox with what we currently know of these beings, like a sort of strange uchronia that resurfaces from the depths of the ages, these entities do not seem to show any family ties between them, nor any true status as deities.

Finally, it is also important to mention the place where this book was discovered. The Promethean Library is a place rich in history, containing many cryptic writings on the past of the Backrooms. It seems that Anemophosis, both Volume I and those that remain unaccounted for, were transcribed by a member of the now-defunct organization known as The Lost Hall Society. While it appears to date back to the Middle Ages of the Frontrooms, its connection to The Lost must be explored, as the transcription of such pagan tales, while useful to our historical understanding, is rather strange in nature.

— A. Kelvin, Team Hermes Historian

There was a knock at Anthony Kelvin's office door. Surprised by a visit at such an unlikely time in the evening, he got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Before him stood Vassili Danielewski, the head of a small team of CSB linguists whom Anthony had called upon to help him translate Anemophosis.

Hello Anthony! Claimed Vassili, seeming to be in a rather good mood. I hope I'm not disturbing you this evening.

Not at all! Reassured the historian, happy to see his colleague. Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable.

Vassili complied, and both approached Kelvin's desk.

What brings you to Level 2, Vassili? Weren't you assigned to The Cold Barkhane this month with your team? Anthony asked.

For the translation of Anemophosis, yes. The person, seemingly concerned, confirmed with his usual heavy accent.

Have you been able to make any progress, by the way? Anthony asked, curious. I'm in the process of compiling the excerpts and our theories on the Circle's database.

Rather, yes. That's why I came today instead of calling you.

Vassili took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket on which he seemed to have transcribed several paragraphs, unfolded it, then handed it to Kelvin.

I realized that one of the texts was written in a dialect close to Russian. So I took the liberty of translating it myself and… well, you'll understand when you read the summary I made.

Anthony invited Vassili to sit on the other side of his desk before doing the same. He began to read the summary, saying some sentences out loud.

Pagan cult, okay… worshiping entities… interesting. Punished by the gods, he— oh. Oh fuck.

He looked up at Vassili, who seemed beaming.

Do you understand what that means, Anthony? He added cheerfully.

The Arms… He murmured, blissful. But how is that possible? The Templar writings that Hermes found in Level 64 dated back to the Middle Ages, and here, these are tales written during antiquity… Even if Anemophosis was copied in the Middle Ages, it doesn't make sense.

The tale does not necessarily refer to the Templum. Vassili answered calmly. Perhaps it was another group that was influenced by these entities. Or the latter, by its nature of literally living above mortals, can easily be seen as a god.

Anthony did not answer immediately. He looked down at the paper again, then met his companion's gaze again.

Every myth has its grain of truth. Your linguist colleagues know about this? Added the historian, still surprised.

I told them about it, yes, confirmed Vassili, but we don't know enough about the Arms to deduce anything, unlike Hermes. And especially you.

To tell the truth, even I don't understand everything. It has only been a month since these entities were discovered.

Anthony paused again.

We need to get together. Your linguists with the contingent that explored 64.

Vassili just nodded without adding anything.

This tale is not here by chance. We'll have to dig into all this. Kelvin concluded thoughtfully.

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"The Ones Who Show the Way"

"The Ones Who Steal Identity"

"The Ones with Eternal Limbs"

Theories