095. Proof

Diary of Endelle Stroth - 02.06.2270

Incredible! If I had not been standing there in the entrance to my quarters on El-Kera, with one hand on the very doorway I had seen open moments before, I would never have believed that I had somehow traversed the staggering distance from El-Phyyr. And yet! Here I now sit, surrounded by my personal effects, all things as concrete as they were when I departed. I smell the nere trees outside. I hear El-Sondur’s children playing in the little courtyard. I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I traversed space in an instant, using only my mind.

The Ele Metanation is real. I still don’t know how, but I now have tangible proof that it is more than simply ideological. The revelation has hit hard, as I suspect it must to all outsiders who join. I wish I knew how or why I can access it only now - has something changed in my brain chemistry? Or is it something to do with those strange obelisks on El-Kera? - but now, at least, I understand why the Ele are so devoted to the Metanation. It is not merely the flawed drive of a political movement, nor some vampiric organism feeding on its subjects. It is a real, intimate and unifying force that, by its very nature, demands to be held as sacred.

I dread to think what the leaders of the Queil or the Coreworlds would do if they discovered the Metanation’s power. Let’s hope we never have to find out.