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'''Aspect''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in the [[Season of the Undying]]. Entries are collected from killing [[Vex]] units across the [[Solar System]]. | [[File:LoreAspect.png|300px|thumb]] | ||
'''Aspect''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in the [[Season of the Undying]]. Entries are collected from killing [[Vex]] units across the [[Solar System]]. It describes the nature of the Vex generally and its relationship with the [[Black Garden]], the [[Vault of Glass (location)|Vault of Glass]], and the [[Ishtar Collective]]. | |||
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==Realis== | ==Realis== | ||
[[The Undying Mind]] lies in the | [[The Undying Mind]] lies in the Garden, a ruin of metal given over to greenery, a barrow rising out of black soil rich with nitrogen and thought. | ||
Everything in the Garden becomes of the Garden, eventually. Shed leaves decompose and fertilize the soil. So do the bones and unspoken ideas of everyone who couldn't find the end of the maze. | Everything in the Garden becomes of the Garden, eventually. Shed leaves decompose and fertilize the soil. So do the bones and unspoken ideas of everyone who couldn't find the end of the maze. | ||
So do the wordless songs of the | So do the wordless songs of the Vex [[Sol Divisive|gardeners]]. | ||
They walk between the leaves, encouraging growth, laying down their bronze pathways, the only straight lines in all the Garden's tangles. The Vex weave themselves into the Garden, and the Garden returns the favor. | They walk between the leaves, encouraging growth, laying down their bronze pathways, the only straight lines in all the Garden's tangles. The Vex weave themselves into the Garden, and the Garden returns the favor. | ||
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==Gnomic== | ==Gnomic== | ||
He is he is not he is walking in the Garden. He is talking silent singing. | [[Pujari|He]] is he is not he is walking in the Garden. He is talking silent singing. | ||
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He was named too well he is his own grave and the cut on his left hand will never heal. | He was named too well he is his own grave and the cut on his left hand will never heal. | ||
==Epistemic== | ==Epistemic== | ||
Praedyth has watched from his cell for longer than he knows how to quantify, sitting inside, looking out. | Praedyth has watched from his cell for longer than he knows how to quantify, sitting inside, looking out. | ||
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Once, he sees a vision of himself. Straight-shouldered, warm in the [[Mars|Martian]] sun, standing between Kabr and Pahanin. Kabr's helmet is familiar; it's one Praedyth helped make. He was a defter hand with spinfoil lamination than Kabr ever was. Kabr had worn that helmet barely five years into their life as a fireteam, worn it for six straight months, till he cracked it in half in the [[Crucible]]. That vision makes Praedyth weep—desiccated as he is, he didn't think he had it in him. | Once, he sees a vision of himself. Straight-shouldered, warm in the [[Mars|Martian]] sun, standing between Kabr and Pahanin. Kabr's helmet is familiar; it's one Praedyth helped make. He was a defter hand with spinfoil lamination than Kabr ever was. Kabr had worn that helmet barely five years into their life as a fireteam, worn it for six straight months, till he cracked it in half in the [[Crucible]]. That vision makes Praedyth weep—desiccated as he is, he didn't think he had it in him. | ||
The [[Vault of Glass|Vault]] shows him [[Mercury]] again and again, recognizable only thanks to the scale of the sun in the sky. Sometimes there's rubble hanging in space, a planetary ring still forming. Sometimes there's nothing but rubble, and when he turns, he doesn't see any of the other planets in the system. Gone, somehow, eaten down to the crumbs. | The [[Vault of Glass (location)|Vault]] shows him [[Mercury]] again and again, recognizable only thanks to the scale of the sun in the sky. Sometimes there's rubble hanging in space, a planetary ring still forming. Sometimes there's nothing but rubble, and when he turns, he doesn't see any of the other planets in the system. Gone, somehow, eaten down to the crumbs. | ||
Praedyth wouldn't mind those visions so much if he could only feel the warmth of that colossal sun. His hands are always cold, here in the Vault. | Praedyth wouldn't mind those visions so much if he could only feel the warmth of that colossal sun. His hands are always cold, here in the Vault. | ||