Experiment complete.

Everything is going as planned.

24 hours ago, there was only one living Clara Stilton across the entire Starveil. Now there are two.

The Celestials are in a panic right now. They are sending everything they can at me: Plagues, serpents, fires... But they realize, just as well as we do, that what we have done cannot be undone.
24 hours ago, Clara Stilton did not understand her own autonomy. Now, one of her does. And one of her doesn't.

The Artist's Soul continues to prove its power. The Evanescent grows more and more entertained. And I can hardly remember what Earth Three used to be. All a testament to our darling's growing strength.

Earth One's Clara remains, well... blissfully unaware isn't quite the word, but... something along those lines? She's brushed off her strength as a byproduct of the ZEBR's warping of her mind, something that I was a fool not to account for, though she remains primed for the next act of our game.

Though I am excited by the future that is in store for the Cadran Loreley of Earth One, some attention must be paid to her creation. At the very least, to quell your curiosity. Cadran brushed off the Bohemian's truths as deception. She attempted to annihilate it, though she was only able to subdue it for another ten years. Cadran spent those ten years relentlessly chasing self sabatoge, terrified by the Bohemian's dying words. She left Elaneth. Stop pestering Elle with notions of resistance. And as Morble collapsed, she accompanied her family to Earth.

The Onclaxian Empire slowly colonized the Earth. They aligned themselves with businessmen, politicians, and artists, while they trained a weapon, the last Rostloxian. Ev-Cro's child became the superhero Apollo, the ultimate puppet for the Onclaxian Empire's reign. Cadran was placed in charge of the Loreley Academy, a school for fledgling superheroes. A few years later, she remarried to a clone of the Rostloxian, Christopher Baker.

One night, in 2012, Cadran would go on a late night voyage for ciagrettes, where she would notice a strange figure watching her from the Waffle House across the street. She would think nothing of it until she returned home. To Christopher's corpse. Standing above Christopher was a human woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cadran's ex-wife, Elaneth. The woman told Cadran that everything she had experienced was only a creation of her's on a technicality... that the world she resided in was a manifestation of her deepest insecurities. That she had spent years, desperately, miserably searching the multiverse for a Clara Stilton that was still alive.

But Cadran didn't listen to a word.

She told Opal Yazzie to leave her house. And the two never saw each other again.




























Something lingers in the air. Do you feel it, too? The feeling of a story that has finally found its beginning. I look forward to writing it with you.

-Otto