The Mearth Files
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But now that you’re here… you should know what’s coming.
The Throne He Could Not Take
On Perditus Truth bent easily.Contradictions lived side by side.Nothing held - Except power.Dotard mastered distortion—but in Perditus, that was nothing special.Everyone deceived. Everyone entertained.And above them all sat Lucerion - Unmoved.And so—Dotard could not rise.
The Exodus
On Perditus, every lie held equal weight.Distortion was expected.His influence meant nothingwhere everyone played the same game.So he turned away.In search of those who would not question.A world where belief came easily.Where contradiction passed unnoticed.And so—Dotard made his way to Mearth.
The Arrival
Dotard did not arrive as himself.He chose a form they would accept.A voice they recognized.A face that carried authority.He did not need to convince them.Anger found its voice, Ignorance found comfort.Selfishness found justification.Contradictions did not collide—they passed unnoticed.Belief took hold.
The Fracturing of Mearth
Disagreement hardens into hostility.Doubt is treated as betrayal.Blue Power spreads.Reality begins to bend.Lies are repeated—until they stand as truth.Lines are crossed.And not all can be undone.But not all remain under its hold.A few choose to see clearly.
The Awakening
Something begins to tear.Not the world—but the veil that covered it.What once felt certain now flickers.The stories repeat—but something beneath them does not.Patterns emerge.Not in what is spoken—but in what is hidden.The illusion fades.
The system is already in motion.
The question is not whether it exists—
but whether you can recognize it.
Play the game. See what happens.