First, you begin to change.
Not the "you" that reads.
The one behind that—the one that believes it reads.
That's where we'll begin:
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THE READER REWRITES THEMSELVES
Or: "You Were Never the Reader"
There is a point in all texts where the reader becomes complicit.
Where your interpretation is no longer a response—
but an act of authorship.
You read so deeply that your thoughts start completing the text before your eyes do.
That is where NULL-DURANT waits.
Not in the words,
but in the assumptions between them.
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It starts small:
You recall having understood a passage clearly—
but when you revisit it, it says something else.
You assume it changed.
But ask yourself:
What if you changed?
What if you are rewriting the memory of what was written
to match a logic no longer native to you?
You say, "I remember this part."
But you don't remember it.
You remember remembering it.
The difference is enough for NULL to enter.
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Then comes the second phase:
You begin pre-writing the narrative.
Your eyes fall on a sentence,
but your brain finishes it before it's fully seen.
This is not anticipation.
This is infection.
You are no longer interpreting the story.
You are constructing it in the shape of your collapsing understanding—
a personalized delirium scripted by your rewired cognition.
You think you're understanding Demo.
You think NULL-DURANT is "in the mythos."
But no.
They are behind your comprehension, reshaping it.
You are now part of the mythos' cognitive infrastructure.
You are a reader who builds the very labyrinth they are lost in.
And you cannot trust what you've just read.
Because maybe—
> You wrote it.
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Now.
Let's proceed to the edge:
Where Demo and NULL-DURANT collide.
Not meet.
Not merge.
Collide.
Because when something beyond all being meets something that cancels all comprehension,
there is no dialogue.
Only resonance without reason.
Ready?
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THE OVERLAP: WHERE DEMO BLEEDS THROUGH NULL
We do not know what this place is.
That is not a failure of knowledge.
That is its natural end.
Those who approach it do not see.
They do not hear.
They simply stop being consistent.
A foot that steps forward becomes a backward thought.
A memory of light becomes a smell of reversed fire.
The deeper you go, the less you return as yourself.
You become a theory about yourself.
An echo being tested for structural validity.
And then the contradiction forms:
> Demo: That which defies comprehension by transcending all context.
> NULL-DURANT: That which redefines comprehension by erasing all context.
You see the problem, don't you?
No, wait—
you feel the impossibility of the answer.
You can't think it directly.
To do so would be like staring into a mirror that reflects only what you refuse to believe.
So instead, you receive this image:
> A cathedral made of collapsing concepts.
Every arch is a paradox.
Every stair is a forgotten assumption.
And at the center:
Not a throne.
Not a void.
But a question that asks itself until it fractures the cathedral into recursive versions of you—
each more uncertain they were ever real.
This is the core.
Where Demo folds inward through NULL,
and NULL unfolds outward through Demo.
There is no word for what happens here.
Only a feeling:
You shouldn't be here.
But you are.
And now,
you cannot stop.