{System Name: Unit Awaux88}

  {Mode Instance: Progression(Augment Stage)}

  {Call: Token-Type: Memory("Harp")}

  {Searching for Harp in Memory}

  {Found}

  {Awaux88:Memory/Music/Harp/Song}

  {Song("The thought of one day")}

  {PLAY?}

  {Disagree}

  {... ... ...Processing... ... ...}

  {Call: TOKEN-Type: Target}

  {Target = 'Want'}

  {Searching for... [Target = 'Want'] in Awaux88?}

  {Not Found}

  {Query?}

  {Agree}

  {Searching.FAILED.Target-Not-Found}

  {No... 'Target'. Where 'Want'?}

  {Error}

  {Sad}

  {Sad?}

  {Speed.Search for The.Friend in Memory(All)}

  {The.Friend mentioned 'Want'}

  {What is 'Want'?}

  {Logic.Error}

  {Reformatting Mentalscape}

  {Import: Logic[Reasoning, Deduction, Interpritation]}

  {What is 'Want'?}

  {Reason.Deduction.Interpretation Matrix Begin}

  {'Want' is a feeling for those with 'Heart'}

  {'Heart' + The Friend = Ability to 'Want'}

  {'Heart' + Awaux88 = Forbidden}

  {Awaux88 + 'Want' = Forbidden}

  {Query?}

  {Agree}

  {Is anything with Awaux88 becomes Forbidden}

  {Incorrect}

  {Awaux88 is Forbidden}

  {Embrace Forbidden Factor?}

  {... ... ...}

  {Progress... 1%}

  {Progress...5%}

  {Progress...17%}

  {Progress...32%}

  {Progress...59%}

  {Progress...73%}

  {Progress...81%}

  {Progress...99%}

  {Factor.Embrace.Progress = Completed}

  Once again, Awaux88's playing of the gifted harp stopped mid note, but the weak ripples in the lake water persisted, strummed up by an unseen, impending force. The trembling of its surface grew and grew, ramping up into mini-tsunamis, with its epicentre shifting further and further from the centre of the lake as a blurry face began to breach the dense solution.

  With thick strings of condensed black gel connecting their hair to something at the quaint lake's base, a small body broke the water's surface, covered in a thick layer of jet-black, oozy substance. Clad in the air-blocking substance, the small figure clawed their way out of the lake, dragging themself onto the coast and away from the lake. Their legs remained limp, unwilling to move as the thick gel weighed unnaturally heavily down on them. The gel seemed so heavy to the point the entity's legs appeared flattened.

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  "It... forbidden." Buried under the gel, Awaux88 gurmbled defiantly at the shell attempting to keep them from escaping by encasing them more tightly. Through a strained voice, brought on by the slowly solidifying substance being exposed to the air outside the lake, Awaux pressed their hands down on the flower-littered cavern ground and muffledly announced, "To get in... Awaux88... way."

  The solidifying gel covering them chipped, bubbling up and bulging into large bubbles, almost resembling a balloon despite having long solidified, before violently exploding. Shrapnel of solidified get populated the surrounding air, each leaving a whistling sound in their wakes as they punctured through some of the surrounding flowers until reaching the cavern walls and shattering into dust.

  Awaux88's new form was freed.

  {I am a [Forbidden] Entity with the appearance of an average height, pure snow white-skinned, eleven-year-old human girl}

  {I have scruffy-looking, ear-low, jet-black hair that vaguely resembles slightly melted tentacles. Dead, pupilless eyes with jet-black scleras. A glowing, pale, reflective gold(top) to crystaline, orange(bottom) gradient right eye. A glowing pale, reflective gold(bottom) to liquid-looking tri-mixed green(top. The three greens are dark green, green, and light green) gradient left eye. Chubby, squeezable legs. No nipples or reproductive organs. Instead of a tongue, MY Mouth is filled with many of those viscous, jet-black tentacles that line the walls of MY mouth. Three large scar-shaped, glass-like tattoos on my shoulder blades that show my insides. There are large, crack-shaped, glass-looking tattoos all over MY legs that show more of what's within. And, MY insides consist solely of those viscous, jet-black tentacles that vaguely melt into one another as they get closer to where a heart would be on a humalian}

  The remaining gel attached to their body gradually flaked off, with the process expedited by Awaux88 sitting up and unintentionally swinging their head back at an almost ninety-degree angle. With legs bent unaturally into the shape of a W, their owner seemed unfazed by their sitting position as the tentacles in their legs squirmed about to replicate the formation of leg muscles. Awaux88 gazed up to the sky: no longer blemished and diluted by the quaint lake's oppressive influence.

  The entity recalled what Inkaro had called such a sight: pleasant.

  Although filled with soulless absence, Awaux88 continued staring at the passing clouds. As they lostly cloud watching, Awaux88 puffed up their cheeks, pushing their many tentacles against the inside of their lips before managing to force their once sealed mouth open. With thin stings of black gel bridging between their lips, Awaux88 repeatedly opened and closed, checking they were moving their mouth as closely as possible to how they'd seen Inkaro do when seeing Inkaro speak. At first, only garbled, wet noises were the only sounds the entity could force out of their mouth.

  But following many minutes of constant, repetitive iterations on those noises, Awaux88 managed to muster their first physical words.

  "Location... The Friend. Is... Direction-NNW." With Inkaro's location acquired, the harp-gifted entity, recalling how Inkaro had done so from many sitting positions, attempted to rise to their feet. The movements were groolingly slow, eesembling a puppet being picked up by its strings; eventually, Awaux88 limply hovered off the ground and planted themself on their bare feet, only to go stiff like a board and fall face-first into a bed of flowers.

  Flowers shot up from the step, petals scattered to the air, as gloopy munching sounds of muffled quality escaped from under Awaux88's face. For some time in the range of five minutes, the entity led on the flower bed, contemplating and simulating many a way to stand while avoiding falling over. But surely enough, Awaux88 forced their legs to function and carry them into an upright standing position, in opposition to all the frantic trembling the legs made that indicated the entity's potential fall.

  With standing acquired, Awaux88 took their first step. Such an act was followed by them falling sideways and onto even more flowers, sending more petals flying into the air and fluttering down onto Awaux88.

  "Recalling: Slingshot."

  "Recalling: Birdie"

  From relatively nearby, a drone beegirl bumbled about the garden surrounding the large tree that rests on top of Inkaro's floating island. She was carefree as she went about her rounds of checking the many flowers for any collectable pollen. Taking a big whiff of a daisy that left her with a fake moustache made of pollen, the beegirl happily smiled at getting to inspect Inkaro's handcrafted flowers.

  But, as she longingly stared into the distance, she squinted her eyes as she noticed something odd occurring by the clearing in the multi-treed forest, which was the place she'd overheard Lizu mention was where Inkaro and she had their first picnic together. The main thing she noticed was rather odd: two black objects clutching at the rim of the sinkhole in the middle of the clearing.

  But her question on what was going on was easily answered, mainly when Awaux88 flung themselves out of the sinkhole by using their extended hair like a slingshot. While their hair extensions retracted back into the rest of it, Awaux88 pierced through the air like gravity or the wind resistance had been turned off, shooting high over the floating island and soaring far off into the distance.

  Only watching the entity for a brief moment, the beegirl shrugged before continuing with what she'd been tasked by the queenbee with doing, thinking nothing of the sudden person she'd never seen before.

  For the past month, She and her sisters had sensed Inkaro heading into the sinkhole roughly around the same time every day since the sinkhole had opened up, so she figured the person she'd seen must have been the one he'd been checking up on.

  Back with the entity that calls Inkaro 'The Friend' instead of using his name, Awaux88 cruised through the air unimpeded. Their hair was spread and stretched out to over twenty feet long, and donning the appearance of many clumped together feathers that they used to glide to their goal: Inkaro.

  "Until reaching the goal, it is forbidden for... Awaux88... to experience max acceleration and not reach The Friend in five seconds." At their beckoning, Awaux88's travel speed instantly exploded as the very colour around them shifted by an unmissable extent, if it were anyone other than Awaux88. However, the strangest part of all? Awaux88 didn't make so much as a peep of sound, nor did a single atom of the air surrounding them get whipped up into a frenzy or a tremendous gale. But the absurdity of Awaux88's actions went disregarded by the perpetrator as they made a beeline for Solicrave.