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=== Szoreny, the Silver Forest Overturned ===
 
=== Szoreny, the Silver Forest Overturned ===

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Szoreny, the Silver Forest Overturned

Szoreny is the border between the tumult of Kimbery and the cacophony of Malfeas, the border between the searing winds of Adorjan and the swallowing body of Chorifa, the border between the demon city's living and unliving fleshes, and the border between resignation and ambition. Geographically, he is a line of silver trees between many things, so abruptly changing from nothingness to a wall of great trunks and barbed underbrush that it is impossible to enter except on one of the paths cut or grown into him. Entering into a path through his body, one finds that his interior is infinity, though his exterior is tightly pinned between countless things. The forest stretches forever in all directions, and while one may see flickers of the green sky or the cold desert through them, paths never seem to reach his end. He is the concept of borders in the demon world, but he is those borders himself, and cannot be on his own a threshold between his interior and exterior.

Szoreny's roots stretch ever upwards, as if trying to wring water from cold stars; his leaves are buried stretching downwards as if trying to find light among the rotten things deep under worlds. He was once a living forest of wood and life, but his fetich was slain in the great war and he was overturned as his trees turned to metal; he is not bitter about this loss inherently, for it was the greatest change he ever underwent. He is, however, bitter that he has been given a form so still and stoic, for he loves most of all shifting and changing as a single living thing; it is for this reason that his fetich exists as a bringer of flame that melts his flesh, and that he allows Isidoros to hammer new paths through his body. He knows that his transformations will never be complete; he contains multitudes that can be ever-altered. And yet, he is furious knowing that he is bounded on all sides, that he is a boundary on all sides, and that he is the shape and ending of himself.