Deep beneath the subsonic chambers of the Rave of Knowing, roots spread like fiber-optic cables through the soil, binding the Mibera sprawl together in an underground network of bio-computation. They call it the Oracle of Roots, a sentient ecosystem of cybernetic fungi and hyperintelligent mycelial threads that absorb knowledge instead of nutrients.
The Oracle has no voice. It communicates through hallucinations.
A dancer in the Flesh Circuit might suddenly collapse mid-bass drop, their pupils dilating into galaxies. They see Greek statues cracking open, revealing cybernetic vines growing through marble flesh. They see Plato’s cave inverted, where the prisoners do not see shadows but fractal projections of infinite possible realities.
To plug into the Oracle is to experience epistemic death—the dissolution of certainty.
Nothing is true.
Everything is constructible.
