The hidden filament that binds qualities without substance.
Not merely a filament, but the structure by which attributes pretend to be substance. One can think of a face: it is not a being, only a cluster of expressions and colors, yet the mind insists on saying this is a person. Mireth is the tension in that insistence — a hollow web, where qualities bind themselves to an absence and pretend it is essence.
The attribute that exists solely on the basis of common sense.
Mouraxis stands as the false foundation. It rests upon common sense, not because it is true, but because no one questions it. The earth once “obviously” stood still. Slavery was once “natural.” The authority of Mouraxis is not knowledge, but laziness; not proof, but comfort. It is the logic of those who say: we have always lived this way, why change it? Yet Mouraxis persists because it feels sufficient
The paradox of perfection — peace that ceases to be peace once it is inevitable.
Blossom Blue is the utopia that consumes itself. When every day is perfect, happiness is no longer happiness; it is background noise, as dull as breathing. The flower that blooms forever eventually becomes invisible, indistinguishable from the air. What begins as harmony ends as stagnation. In such a place, people cease to speak, not because they lack words, but because language itself loses purpose — no dissonance, no need for expression. Blossom Blue teaches that peace without choice is not peace at all, only the stillness of death disguised as life.
A fictional utopian society where suffering doesn’t exist, everyone is perfectly happy, and emotions and communication become basically pointless.