"Reality, as most of humanity knows it, is defined by the collective belief of the six billion people who live on Earth. It’s a system governed by immutable laws, a dimension where two plus two equals four, gravity works, and the sun rises in the east every morning. In this “real world,” most of humanity remains oblivious to the existence of the supernatural world, actively disbelieving (or at least ignoring) anything that isn’t “real.” Every day, mass media chatters on endlessly with its trivial observations, money changes hands, and life goes on. Mages, on the other hand, are aware of alternatives to this reality. They have awakened to other possibilities. For visionaries who can perceive things outside the physical world, other dimensions surrounding the Earth contain the improbable, the impossible, the idealized, and the imaginary. These are the Otherworlds, the Infinite Tapestry of creation." - The Infinite Tapestry, Page 5
"Beyond the Far Horizon, the cold and deadly Void stretches out to infinity. In the physical world, deep space may be a lifeless realm, but the Void contains horrors entirely alien to mankind’s comprehension. Mages try to define this realm through their disparate philosophies, but the minds of men hold no influence on its shadow or substance. Alien forces are at work, and alien creatures demonstrate abilities beyond magic. Spiritualists know this realm as the Deep Umbra; Technocrats speak of the Deep Universe; both groups are entirely out of their depth within it." - The Infinite Tapestry, Page 11
Rising here and there throughout the Courts, rooted in the Vulgate but peaking upward into infinity, you’ll find the Spires: reflections of the idea of higher consciousness. As with so many other things in the Otherworlds, the Spires turn abstract concepts into concrete forms. Some of them appear as towers, minarets, or mountains that make Everest look like a speed bump. Many resemble glass cathedrals with spires that fade into the sky. I’ve seen beanstalks leading into the clouds and literal stairways to heaven. They’re all Spires. So if you want to get your head in the clouds, then you’ll often have to climb these things. And that, my friend, is not easy!
Climbing a Spire isn’t a matter of physical effort but of metaphysical ascent. It’s not your hands and feet that move you – it’s your mind. The slopes can be slippery, treacherous, impossible to grasp. In order to rise up those Spires, you must wrap your mind around difficult concepts and drift beyond the gravity of common thought. Few travelers can make that journey at all… and only the most rarified can reach the top.„ ~ Mage The Ascension, 20th Anniversary Edition – Page 97
"The Garou also speak of something larger than Gaia, a concept so encompassing that it includes not only the physical reality we know, but all alternative and impossible realities contained within the spirit world. The Tellurian is all of reality, including the living creation of Gaia and all alternatives to reality in the spirit world. It’s more than the universe as we know it, as it includes all shadows, reflections, and variations of reality that are above, below, and surrounding our world. Such simple words hardly do it justice" - Werewolf 20th Anniversary Edition, Page 307
I think so, it's a realm of Entropy that deals with energies of probability and decay.Pluto is the realm where there is all the bad ending futures right?
Three of the oldest and most powerful Cathayans (known to their kind as Bodhisattvas) attacked the Antediluvian. One of them created a hurricane as both a weapon and a defense: The thick clouds blotted out the sunlight, allowing the vampires to fight through the day. The Bodhisattvas also used their powers to open rifts into strange, spiritual worlds unknown to most Western vampires. This tactic caused a second storm, a supernatural storm of colliding worlds. The battle echoed throughout all these worlds — the worlds of dreams, spirits, demons and the dead. The world’s largest and most powerful group of sorcerers also took part in the battle. These mages use magick in the form of technology to promote that technology and protect ordinary humans from the menace of the supernatural. The wizards’ superscience identified vampires as the most powerful entities in the hellstorm, so they tried using sunlight against the Kindred and Kuei-jin. When they could not part the clouds to reflect sunlight onto the battle, the sorcerers brought their most powerful weapons into the hellstorm: neutron bombs, built to project a radiation lethal to supernatural beings. They worked. The bombs destroyed all the supernatural creatures except the Antediluvian itself — but the bombs and a day and night of battle with the Bodhisattvas had weakened the Ancient enough that, when the storm clouds parted, the reflected sunlight destroyed the ancient Cainite in a fulfillment of God’s Biblical curse. At that moment, most of the Ravnos in the world went mad, driven into the clutches of the Beast by the sudden backlash of hatred that washed through the fallen Ancient’s lineage. It would seem that prophecy rang true — the Third Generation truly wanted to destroy its treacherous childer. Ravnos across the globe felt an insane, insatiable hunger for each other’s vitae. When the murderous madness passed several nights later, very few Ravnos remained — perhaps a hundred in all the world, with no powerful elders. At a stroke, the Ravnos were obliterated.
Lt. Roderick Crowe wished his scouts would return. He wished he was in his bomber again, high above the typhoon, instead of soaking and shivering underneath it. While he was at it, he wished the storm would just go away, and take with it whatever horror had set his spirit watchers screaming even thousands of miles away. As if these poor people don’t have enough problems, he thought. Between the rain and the storm surge, half of Bangladesh must be underwater. Thousands would die, even without a rampage of the goddamn Leeches. His air-spirit scouts appeared before him in little puffs of mist. Metal birds attack the clouds! Bad! one spirit said. Storm coming, exclaimed another of the excitable elementals. Go home? Home come here? Crowe soon learned what the spirit meant. A rippling green and yellow glow blossomed in the distance to shine faintly through the storm. He sniffed and even through the storm he could smell the sharp scent of overflowing life. Home come here! the little elemental announced. An eruption of the spirit world into this one? The shaman had thought he’d never live to see such a thing. His heart rose. The spirits would surely aid his pack against the deathly thing within the storm. Then his hackles rose, and he growled. Streaks of black shot through the storm. They reminded him somehow of black ice on a road, eager to claim the life of a careless driver. Something tapped him on the shoulder and fell into the streaming mud. A finger bone? He and his packmates stared at the rain of bones. The storm of life and death surged outward and swept over the small group of warriors.
Mujibur knelt with his family in the upper floor of the house at the outskirts of Khulna. Three other families knelt as well. Water six feet deep covered the ground floor. Together, they prayed that the gods would cool his wrath and let them live through the storm. The wail and roar of the typhoon almost masked the sound of the building next door collapsing into the flood. Mujibur knew his own shanty must be long gone. Three of the children cried, and their mothers could not comfort them. “There are ghosts out there,” one little girl sobbed. Her mother shushed her, telling her that it was just the wind. For a moment, Mujibur thought he saw a snarling face push from a corner of the room — no, of course it was just a trick of the light from their single, flickering oil lamp.
Schiavelli allowed himself a moment of quiet pride in himself and his squad. The symposium had judged the Bangladesh operation a complete success. The bombs had destroyed all the problems afflicting south-central Bangladesh. Investigations would continue as to whether the bombs themselves had done the trick, or whether the creatures’ own struggles had done this. In any case, the world was saved for another day, and the bomb fully vindicated. The death toll among the masses was regrettable, of course, with an estimated 1.3 million casualties. Most of these, the report said, were caused by the vampires and other beasts rampaging through the region (Schiavelli skipped over the statistical breakdown of deaths by direct assault, induced homicidal or suicidal mania, paraphysical contagion or collateral damage). The typhoon caused an estimated 115,600 deaths by purely natural means as it flooded Bangladesh. As they were designed to do, the bomb airbursts caused serious property damage and death only in the immediate vicinity of the blast, while still slaughtering the supernatural creatures many kilometers distant. Only 60,800 Bangladeshis had died from the explosions and radiation. Shielding the masses from knowledge of the battle would be difficult but not impossible if the group used its resources efficiently. Fortunately, Bangladesh had poor record-keeping and communications. The deaths from the typhoon would conceal the deaths from other causes. Enlightened operatives would quickly remove all physical evidence of unnatural death and adjust memories where necessary. Media operatives would ensure that no one in the rest of the world paid much attention. The cleanup would take no more than a month.
In relation:A Lasombra or a Vampire with their blood can block out the sun, sky, moon, and stars with darkness. This is a high-level Discipline of Obtenebration.
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