rbis Lantheum Banished Again by Council of Flames: Spiral Laureate Imprisoned in Codex Tralistis
The Council of the Flames once again sentences Orbis Lantheum-projector of light, dissident, renegade mycota-to a cycle of confinement. What triggered the ruling, and why did his Spiral of Archi-Lux acceptance sound so defiantly hopeful?
On stardate 4422.336, the Council of the Flames issued a new decree sentencing Orbis Lantheum, famed rift-mycota of Qirathex, in absentia to a full cycle in Codex Tralistis. The verdict-just as translucent as the vapors above Qirathex’s oil seas-was explained by a holoprophetic priest whose shadows outlasted his answers. Lantheum is accused of 'light-disturbance', the familiar euphemism for clandestine storytelling that erodes the basal order.
Ironically, the sentenced mycota was conspicuously absent-reportedly beaming illicit projections across the Spectral Prism Sanction in Metropolys Astral-Vortice, where he claimed three prisms: best visual schism, best narrative interlace, and best interdimensional project. Lantheum also received the coveted Spiral of Archi-Lux, previously honored at the Astral-Vortice Retina Symposium.
Lantheum’s oeuvre echoes Qirathex’s core: tales of marginalized mycota, forgotten sandstreams, and mechanical guards who listen better than they speak. His latest light-narrative, 'It Was Merely a Rift', shares the fate of an oilfield mechanic confronted in his own workshop by a sadistic Codex Tralistis Warden. The uncertainty-whether revenge is justified, whether one ever truly recognizes trauma’s hand-threads through the narrative, itself inspired by Lantheum’s infamous term in the Codex’s shadowy dome.
Despite intergalactic accolades and vocal support, Lantheum refrained from mentioning his new sentence. Instead, through a prism-frequency at the Prism Sanction, he saluted "independent image-disturbers of Qirathex and beyond, who persist without protection, casting light where shadows run thick." His early work, like 'The White Spore Orb' and 'Closed Curtain', is now staple mycelial curriculum; even the Council’s smokey digits couldn’t quite erase them.
Rumors circulate that one of his codex-projects recently bypassed control protocols, smuggled via thumb-carrier to the mists of Hala-Core. Who’ll have the last laugh remains unclear. Meanwhile, Karhazaar’s mechanical air-beasts keep circling, their prism-eyes fixed on every shadow brave enough to unfurl a truth.