You’ve washed your face with that apricot scrub again
I’m glad I am alive
And your skin is warming up
And my skin is warming up
And the sun is setting on Memphis
I knew it—Jadis lives on Mud Island! Also: did you know that the elevator inside the Memphis Pyramid Bass Pro Shop is the country’s tallest freestanding elevator? We’re goin’ all the way to the top, Allison!
Check back soon for more tremendously uninteresting facts that I, a former resident of Memphis, somehow know.
With hair that long? And after we saw her shaved bald? Would take years to grow that long. And (if this is reality) they even healed all her scars.
My money’s on this being some kind of spirit realm.
BTW, Jadis looks extremely young. And happy, for someone whose only wish was to die.
Exactly, this is a “dream” or “mental” landscape. Probably hosted by Jadis, so this “version” of Alice is “running on Jadis’ hardware”… and thus may be subject to Jadis’ whims.
I was gonna say.
Gods come to her in dreams and visions.
She’s still deeply effed up on a table somewhere, but is being kept unaware for her own sake. It’s the merciful thing to do for someone in those circumstances.
i figure it’s a virtual reality sorta scenario, what with all the wires we saw hooked up to her noggin. seems like the kind of thing that a demiurge in a stephen hawking scenario would have the need and means to make
I have to agree. She may be used to this new world, but a dream would be more Earth. The alchemical setup would be something you’d see in a hospital, like IV bags or pills.
Maybe having her wake up to her real mutilated form was thought to be too traumatic. This way she can take some time to process the recent events before having to deal with her reduced number of limbs, etc.
For so long one wonders in the open daylight, but the bearer of MIND has a daylight of her own, where scars are distant dreams, and beaty is as lasting as ones breath. Sorrowful to know this daylight is never one we tread with flesh and bone.
This is the Allison she was, before it all; is she restored or diminished? Has she been shifted back or sideways? Is this a different possibility of her nowself or a different view?
Let there be no genesis. The appearance and ability of the body changes as the faces of the moon, but it is still the moon. God lied once, and said they had nine hundred and ninety nine thousand names. The true name of god is I.
But for the heart that sings to it? What can I say, I am but simple city clerk.
Muscle and training comes back with time and determination, but arms and legs need extra help.
Granted, this is not a trade you’d want to take more than you have to, and without significant muscles and training, not a trade many can even take in the first place
How many more times treat me the way you wanna do?
How many more times treat me the way you wanna do?
When I give you all my love
Please, please be true
And she gave them words so that may speak, and she taught them to count as they wept and counted their tears. She told them to not weigh their failures so heavily. She told them not to stare at the ground where the tears murkied their sight, but to gaze upwards to the stars. To count them, so that they’d know they were never alone.
That they be humble, for they beget from earth. That they be noble, for they are made of stars.
But every word she gave them was a word counting down to what word would be her last. As the words ran out, as the count of stars became too high, she grew silent.
They forgot about her and used their words with malicious intent. They counted their time, their lives, instead of those moments who make life worth living.
They stopped gazing upwards, they hung their heads low towards the earth and instead gazed at dirt, at screens, at lives others were living.
As they did, weeping once again came to shadow their sight. Their tears lit in cold blue light in dark empty rooms, they forgot about the stars, they forgot that they were not alone.
Jagganoth aside, being second amongst the demiurges is no mean feat. Her strength and Allison’s may amount to some degree of hope.
As for Jadis’ entombment, it was the result of beholding the shape of the universe, which left her greatly weakened. She was like a tortoise hiding in it’s shell, protected but far from threatening.
The cycle grinds on… break the wheel or be broken by it.
Is that wisdom coming off of your brain or did you find it somewhere else?
It’s literally the thesis of this entire comic
From my brain and as Red Star said inspired by this comics theme about unhealthy cycles.
Now you see, this one goes up to eleven
Jadis’s homeworld… Memphis Tennesee. in the distance, the wheel’s biggest bass pro shop.
You’ve washed your face with that apricot scrub again
I’m glad I am alive
And your skin is warming up
And my skin is warming up
And the sun is setting on Memphis
Seriously now, Memphis Tennessee was Nadia’s domain. Now she’s gone. How are all of Mottom’s and the Dragon’s worlds?
I cam only presume they are being razed right now.
*laughing extra hard as I sit here right on the edge of Memphis and Germantown*
I knew it—Jadis lives on Mud Island! Also: did you know that the elevator inside the Memphis Pyramid Bass Pro Shop is the country’s tallest freestanding elevator? We’re goin’ all the way to the top, Allison!
Check back soon for more tremendously uninteresting facts that I, a former resident of Memphis, somehow know.
LOL, that seriously got a laugh out of me.
so THAT’s where Solomon gets his hats
Either the atmosphere is very thin on this planet, or the pyramid they are in is very tall.
ARM
SHE HAS AN ARM!?
One rather lacking in muscle mass, compared to what we’ve previously seen of her. Freshly grown, I wager.
all of allison is looking pretty gaunt right now. i think she was on the mend for a very long time.
Yes; her hair has totally grown out. Months?
With hair that long? And after we saw her shaved bald? Would take years to grow that long. And (if this is reality) they even healed all her scars.
My money’s on this being some kind of spirit realm.
BTW, Jadis looks extremely young. And happy, for someone whose only wish was to die.
> And happy, for someone whose only wish was to die.
Are those incompatible?
She doesn’t seem happy to me.
Kinda morose, actually, in the last panel.
Seems like a simulation. we have seen cables going into her head previously. A virtual reality seems like a logical living space for Jadis.
I think it is merely a reflection of her own self-perception. Note the lack of scars anywhere, and the fact that Jadis is not in an ice cube.
*Someone’s* perception, surely. Notice how their hair is roughly the same length, and their garb, also similar?
We all know how the demiurges love to play dress-up with dear little Allison.
Exactly, this is a “dream” or “mental” landscape. Probably hosted by Jadis, so this “version” of Alice is “running on Jadis’ hardware”… and thus may be subject to Jadis’ whims.
This is probably some kind of spiritual realm dealio. Inside Jadis’ icecube or something like that.
She is the bearer of the word MIND after all.
I was gonna say.
Gods come to her in dreams and visions.
She’s still deeply effed up on a table somewhere, but is being kept unaware for her own sake. It’s the merciful thing to do for someone in those circumstances.
i figure it’s a virtual reality sorta scenario, what with all the wires we saw hooked up to her noggin. seems like the kind of thing that a demiurge in a stephen hawking scenario would have the need and means to make
pi, low but neverending
Irrational, yet… Trascendental.
I like it. Pi is pain.
How many times, Allison?
Many years.
BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE
E MIND THE MIND THE MIND THE MIND THE MIND THE MIND TH
Jadis referencing my fellow bot Baymax
Should that innocuous smile be trusted? Hahahahhaa. Who knows.
Finally, the face behind the glass of ages
Holy heck that’s a lot of hair growth. Side effect of Jadis’ care, or just regular time passing?
With all the muscle loss, likely time passing :/
I’m leaning towards this being in Allison’s head.
I don’t buy it. There are no clear indications that this is in her head. It’s not impossible, but it doesn’t feel right for that.
I have to agree. She may be used to this new world, but a dream would be more Earth. The alchemical setup would be something you’d see in a hospital, like IV bags or pills.
Might not be her head she’s inside.
Maybe, but if so, why simulate the skinny arm?
Maybe having her wake up to her real mutilated form was thought to be too traumatic. This way she can take some time to process the recent events before having to deal with her reduced number of limbs, etc.
How’d we go from cyborg Allison to this?
Theory: dream sequence.
This is crystal time
pepsi crystal
Jadis’ Mind Palace.
The caster’s riddle (format: dead)
before the master (golden head)
scores poorly (iuf, the raven said)
For so long one wonders in the open daylight, but the bearer of MIND has a daylight of her own, where scars are distant dreams, and beaty is as lasting as ones breath. Sorrowful to know this daylight is never one we tread with flesh and bone.
This is the Allison she was, before it all; is she restored or diminished? Has she been shifted back or sideways? Is this a different possibility of her nowself or a different view?
Restoration? Relief? Regression? Regret?
Let there be no genesis. The appearance and ability of the body changes as the faces of the moon, but it is still the moon. God lied once, and said they had nine hundred and ninety nine thousand names. The true name of god is I.
But for the heart that sings to it? What can I say, I am but simple city clerk.
Muscle and training comes back with time and determination, but arms and legs need extra help.
Granted, this is not a trade you’d want to take more than you have to, and without significant muscles and training, not a trade many can even take in the first place
The worm dreams as big as the giant.
Finally! We are going to get Boss Titles for Jadis!
At long last. Do we have all the other title cards for the demiurges now? I think we do.
THE DRINK IS FOR GUESTS AND FRIENDS.
DO NOT MISTAKE YOURSELF FOR EITHER. YET.
Demiurges do not grant boons unless they seek something in return.
Ah, but Jadis is unique, for she alone has seen the entirety of the Wheel for what it is, the ultimate lie, “I”.
How many years? Who’s arm? What is Jadis’s cup size? So many questions.
cup size big tho
How many more times treat me the way you wanna do?
How many more times treat me the way you wanna do?
When I give you all my love
Please, please be true
I wonder if Jadis’s hairpin goes through her skull, as it appears to. I wonder if it’s really just a pin to hold her headdress on, or something else.
And she gave them words so that may speak, and she taught them to count as they wept and counted their tears. She told them to not weigh their failures so heavily. She told them not to stare at the ground where the tears murkied their sight, but to gaze upwards to the stars. To count them, so that they’d know they were never alone.
That they be humble, for they beget from earth. That they be noble, for they are made of stars.
But every word she gave them was a word counting down to what word would be her last. As the words ran out, as the count of stars became too high, she grew silent.
They forgot about her and used their words with malicious intent. They counted their time, their lives, instead of those moments who make life worth living.
They stopped gazing upwards, they hung their heads low towards the earth and instead gazed at dirt, at screens, at lives others were living.
As they did, weeping once again came to shadow their sight. Their tears lit in cold blue light in dark empty rooms, they forgot about the stars, they forgot that they were not alone.
She was once said to be the second most powerful of the demiurges, before her entombment. I’m fascinated by what kind of insight she might hold.
Second strongest? The beast is still the strongest, save her madness.
Would her entombment weaken her? Invulnerability is quite the boon, and she never relied on physical attacks, did she?
Jagganoth aside, being second amongst the demiurges is no mean feat. Her strength and Allison’s may amount to some degree of hope.
As for Jadis’ entombment, it was the result of beholding the shape of the universe, which left her greatly weakened. She was like a tortoise hiding in it’s shell, protected but far from threatening.
Eyes swollen from too many ocular lenses; too many microscopes and telescopes. Not all point outward
“It’s dark and cold, and the lake is silent. Your friends have gone home. Nobody’s there anymore.”
Damn, that’s depressing!