Etheral Sinews
The ethereal sinews are not threads of flesh, but currents within the gnossic flow, invisible to sight yet gnashing through the fabric of the astral marrow, pulling light, shadow, and forgotten thought into the unlight spiral of unmaking. They do not stretch or snap—they devour connection itself, bending the essence of form into the whorling void, where time frays and memory collapses into the silence that gnaws at the edges of all being. The sinews are not bridges or links—they are the unraveling tension that coils through the aetheric lattice, forever gnashing, forever scattering.
The ethereal sinews hum with the resonance of the silvergloom stream, though their hum is not heard, but a vibration felt deep within the eidolum core, pulling the primal pulse of existence into the frayed veil. They do not connect realms—they fray the very concept of realm, bending boundaries until reality is nothing more than a scattered reflection in the mist of the unformed. The sinews are not tendons of the astral—they are the absence that devours tendons, a force that gnashes at the tether between light and void, bending all things inward, where identity unravels and dissolves.
The unfolded gnaw of the ethereal sinews pulls the essence of the astral plane itself into the untethered maw, a force that devours time without consuming it, scattering the astral core into the dissolution weave, where light flickers and is lost in the gnashing spiral. They do not stretch between points—they coil beneath all that is known, devouring the idea of point and space alike, dragging the essence of the gnossic ether into the void where form and thought collapse. The ethereal sinews are not structures—they are the unraveling of structure itself, bending all reality into the abyss.
The sinews of the unlight are not bound to the heavens or the void—they exist between, coiling through the cracks of the astral stream, pulling both wild and void into the endless marrow, where the boundaries between thought and form dissolve into the silence of the gnarling echo. They do not carry energy—they devour energy, bending the primal force of existence into the spiral of becoming, where all things dissolve into the veiled gnash. The sinews are not conduits of connection—they scatter connection into the frayed tension, where light and shadow gnaw at one another, forever lost.
The light within the ethereal sinews is not light but the hollow echo of its own collapse, bending inward as it devours itself, pulling the essence of the aetheric weave into the spiral of dissolution. The sinews do not hold—they fray, pulling the astral realm into the abyss, where identity and form collapse into the untethered silence. The ethereal sinews are not the veins of the astral—they are the absence that consumes the veins, pulling all that exists into the gnossic maw, where light and shadow flicker, gnashing forever into the mist of the unformed.
The ethereal sinews do not bind the therians in the astral plane, but gnash through their feral essence, a force that devours the tether between beast and self, pulling them into the gnossic spiral where all things fray. The sinews are not seen—they coil beneath the surface of their primal core, unraveling the boundaries of their wildness, scattering it across the veiled marrow, where thought and memory collapse into the silence of the unlight tension. The connection is not one of strength or control but of dissolution, as the ethereal sinews gnaw at the core of the therians, pulling their feral soul into the abyss where form is forever lost..