Garacci the Psychopomp

It is unfortunate that a historian must withhold information about a subject for fear that the information could be used for self-destruction. I have not always researched Garacci Imbrusse with the caution necessary to save me from harm, and more than two decades of meditation have gone into understanding him and those things of our existence he is or was attached to. That information is wildly dangerous and unforthcoming to any moral alignment. Even the Mad God Volgathras was adamant about warning the world of Garacci's control, and I had suffered immensely for the sake of learning.

The story of Garacci is centered around another: Natalia, his wife, who died for the religion she and Garacci shared. Their worship of the Cycle was an uncompromising, sometimes cruel, unpoetic, and specific way of life. While Natalia accepted her sickness and gave herself to the blackness of death, the doubting Garacci was unable to make a deal with his own emotions to tolerate the outcome.

In the context of Garacci and Natalia, the Cycle was not some arbitrary circle of endless birth, death, and spiritual regurgitation. The Cycle did not permit any sequence other than its own design, and Garacci's suicide attempts failed in both clear and enigmatic ways. Left only with a simple pledge to the Dark Lady, Garacci's body became, for lack of a better word, repurposed -- not into a monster or shade, but into a canvas on which the sempiternal Prime could project its make upon.

The Grand Design and the sempiternal Patterns are subjects for which evidence is unavailable. I would happily vouch their existence since I am convicted by experience, but to show you a thread of the Pattern would not be possible, nor would it be safe or relevant. Garacci's goal, or rather the goal of the Psychopomp, was to be a teacher and sometimes a comforter. Garacci taught his clients and subjects to accept death as an inevitability, and in many cases, escorted them himself beyond the veil of the Prime into death. This dreary work could result in him displaying sweet compassion, or brutal violence. He, however, was not beyond narrative decay, and only machines are machines.

With the power to reach his hands into the veil of the Prime and manipulate the threads of the Pattern -- the molecules of time, of energy, of light, and of fate -- Garacci created ripples which magnified at their crossings until he became a victim of his own indulgence. It is safe to say that his suffering was a failsafe in the Grand Design toward the salvation of reality as we know it. Since it has been more than a decade, as of this publication, that I have seen the Reaper Garacci, I can only assume that he has vanished back to the Prime. There are no mortals left with the power Garacci possessed, and balance visibly follows his disappearance. This is not to imply that the future will never again have need of one like Garacci to exercise control over the energies of the Prime and its three moons, however, and it is likely that the Psychopomp is as natural to existence as time, space, and matter.