On the Curation of Lunacy
"Some of these are myths. Some are memories. Some are hallucinations with good timing. I’ve stopped trying to tell them apart."
Stories are not safe things.
They escape, they mutate, they rewrite the floor plan. They gain weight over time, gather witnesses, contradict themselves with conviction, and develop cult followings out of spite. This section is where I keep them.
These are the myths of the Infinite Elsewhere:
The tales told too often to forget.
The legends that should not be true, but keep proving otherwise.
The absurdities that survived documentation entirely by accident.
Some of these accounts are first-hand. Some are hearsay. A few arrived on napkins, coasters, or the backs of patrons with excellent memory and terrible spelling. Their truth is debatable. Their impact is not.
This is not a record of confirmed events. It is a record of repeated events—stories that became sticky. Belief is not required. Only acknowledgment. And, if possible, a safe viewing distance.
What Counts as a Myth?
Anything that continues to be told even after it should have been forgotten.
Anything that accrues detail faster than evidence.
Anything that becomes truer the more people laugh at it.
In Elsewhere, myths are not past tense. They are persistent tense. They are active phenomena, capable of influencing reality through sheer narrative gravity. They may begin as exaggeration—but once they acquire resonance, they behave like memory. Or worse: prophecy.
Some are world-bound. Some cross Threads. A few reappear in identical form despite no causal link—a phenomenon I have documented under the polite term narrative recursion and the less polite term "this again?"
What You’ll Find Here:
- Eyewitness reports from people who were absolutely too involved
- Cautionary tales written by the offenders
- Gods with suspiciously relatable origin stories
- Tales of heroism, disaster, romantic confusion, culinary injustice, and temporary deicide
- Recurring figures who refuse to stay fictional
- Events that are clearly fake but happened anyway
You will not find a reliable history. This is not a timeline. This is not a mythological index. This is a resonance field made of stubborn memory, poor decisions, and the occasional dragon.
The Trouble with Truth
Some stories are clearly lies.
Others are clearly true.
The majority sit in the awkward middle, leaking consequence.
It is difficult to confirm anything in a Realm where memory has mass and metaphors leave footprints. Several entries here contradict each other. One contradicts itself. One is technically a warning written backwards. I have elected to preserve them all.
Because Elsewhere does not care whether a thing is factual.
Only whether it is remembered.
Disclaimer:
The Librarian takes no responsibility for consequences incurred by reading, believing, or attempting to reenact the events contained herein.
Several of these tales are legally considered unstable.
One is under active quarantine.
Do not summon things for the sake of confirmation.
Do not attempt to disprove anything through direct confrontation.
And above all: if you recognise yourself in a story you’ve never heard before, you’re already part of the ending. Do try to make it interesting.
Oh I love this.