Paradichlorisse looks like a ribbon.
Living deep beneath the surface of the Es plains, snaking through and across Dinaisth, Paradichlorisse's ribbon-like body is reflecting moments from anywhere within the Occurring, in such details that the fractal appears, to the observer, in higher definition than presence itself.
A lesser impression of an encounter with Paradichlorisse would be akin to picking up a book, and in vivid details, before your eyes is the story of your own picking up of that book, and the narration of the confusion that ensued.
An unfortunate mortal glancing at Paradichlorisse, would immediately collapse, unable to pull away. The narration of the current moment would feel more real than existence itself and ensnare them in a vision from which they would not be able find their way back out of the story of their death.
When Paradichlorisse spoke of silence, silence fell.
It is because I cannot see what you see that I can see at all.
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