The Hidden Dossier

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Boons I grant you, oh bearer mine, but debts must be paid in time.

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The Hidden Dossier is the book contained within The Witch Queen Collector's Edition. It is a collection of documents, messages, and other relevant files from Hidden Agents, compiled by Ikora Rey. In addition to the 48 pages within the CE book, there are an additional 30 pages resulting from the ARG involving buyers of the Collector's Edition.

Text in this color indicates handwritten notes made by Ikora Rey.

Letter From Ikora

Guardian,

I hesitate. I am touched by doubt.

We must speak clearly. But you can't talk precisely without knowing precisely who you're
talking to. (Think of everything we said to Osiris—) I feel as if I know you.
But have I ever allowed you to know me?

I used to act as fast as I thought, and sometimes much faster. That's youth. Eventually I
made too many mistakes to ignore; that's youth too, ignoring your mistakes until they pile up
and topple. I dug myself out. I learned to keep myself hidden. Hidden purpose, hidden
knowledge. A hidden Ikora, and for the world, a face of perfect composure and intent.
Even when we lost the Traveler, I went to Io to hide my confusion.

I am going to try to un-hide myself.

I may frighten or confuse you. I am not an easy person to know.

This is a folio of intelligence reports from my Hidden network. It will illuminate the events
leading up to the current apokalypsis. In the original Koine Greek, that word means unveiling,
and also revelation.

In the spirit of unveiling I have also included fragments of my own personal writing about
the nature of Darkness and Light. They are less the work of Ikora Rey the great Warlock
Vanguard than of ikora rey, the unfashioned and uncertain woman.

In the early Books of Sorrow, Savathun scribbles a warning that Oryx's text is
full of lies. Mara Sov's hagiography and self-indictment, the Marasenna,
warns the reader to remember that it is narrated in the first person, even and especially
when it pretends to be objective.

Truth is always edited by the truthteller.

I give you no such warning. This is the unaltered truth of what I know and who I am.
May it bring you to the clarity I have sought.

Ikora

The Hidden Dossier

((01))

Beginnings offer you no power.
It is what you do that is in your power;
it is how you end which counts.

SUBJ: INITIAL REPORT ON UNPAIRED GHOST COMMUNITIES

((02))

ACCESS: MOST RESTRICTED
DECRYPTION KEY: Z2TET3C4WZTLRL8NV5KS$IKO-006
REP#: 1851-GHOSTS-SUS
AGENT(S): CHA-319

SUBJ: INITIAL REPORT ON UNPAIRED GHOST
COMMUNITIES

1. Hey friend!

2. I know I'm not allowed to say that to the Warlock

Vanguard or to IKO-006, but given that we're under

double-trouble encryption, I'm going to say it anyway.

How's your whole mess in the City? Glad I missed all that...

3. I've completed my "Ethnographic Survey of Itinerant

Unpaired Ghosts Who Prefer Intra-Ghost Interactions."

It'll make a neat paper. As a cover story, it was pretty

good! These Ghosts tend to be thoughtful and introverted,

so like most introverts, they respond well to people who

are interested in their thoughts. And they seemed to find it

very self-affirming to dislike me! I guess it's nice to confirm

you still prefer yourself to other people.

4. These introverted Ghosts spend a lot of time hovering in

circles, philosophizing. The longer they've been away from

people (sorry, Human people—Ghosts are people, too),

the less they care about hovering at head height or facing

each other when they talk. After a few months, they'll just

scatter around a space facing every whichway, like they're

each posing for a photo. When they're not talking, I get the

feeling that they're just... sensing. The same way they can

divine the character of a long-dead corpse. Whatever you

want to call that faculty, they're using it.

5. Speaking of, are we still doing the sunyata friendship

thing? Treating each other as sacred voids? If so, I'm

allowed to say anything to you, and you are allowed to say

anything to me, and we each trust the other to receive it

without hurt. So I'm allowed to say—I'm not sure people

out here like you very much, Ikora. They don't know who

you are; they don't have a sense of what you stand for.

And you know, I do get that. I had to sneak up on you

in your private library to surprise you and (I know you

INSIST I didn't really surprise you, but still...) even then,

((03))

you talked to me about circles. Circles! Do you know

what the Traveler's reawakening meant for the geometry

of circles? You told me it changed everything about the

semiotic role of circles in some paracausal invocation of

the Light. And I'm going to tell you the truth, which is,

you didn't want to talk to me, so you talked about circles

instead. I know people who can talk in circles, but you're

the only one who can do it by talking about circles. I really

admire your efficiency.

6. These Ghosts without Guardians argue about two things.

One is the exact nature of their connection to their

undiscovered Guardian. Is each Ghost predestined to find

one and exactly one soul to raise as a Guardian? Or does

each Ghost have a taste, a set of preferences that many

dead people might satisfy? Could a Ghost potentially raise

anyone? Does the choice of a partner lie within the Ghost,

or is it a mission assigned by the Traveler?

7. They also argue over how one should interact with their

chosen Guardian. Should Ghosts accede to whatever

their partner demands? Or is a Ghost's relationship

with a Guardian a negotiated bond between equals and

codependents? Heavy stuff. But I guess it's the same

argument people always have about their relationships. Is

there such a thing as true love, or just the love we decide

we're going to make work?

8. What is this thing we do, Ikora? Are you my one true

love, am I yours? We agreed it's not love like most people

have love. Nobody's getting married or turning up arm-

in-arm at the Crimson Ball. It's a special and radical kind

of friendship, right? That's what you said. An endogenous

need to strike the lies away from another soul. It's the

promise to seek truth in each other without mercy or fear,

but always with compassion.

((04))

So: speaking mercilessly and fearlessly, but with

compassion, where is our friendship now? What does it

mean? Does it mean that I check in on you every few years

and otherwise just let you do your thing? Is that your

nature—to draw away forever while I chase after you and

nag to be sure you're all right? Friend, you are not Mara

Sov, and I am not one of her cadre. I'm not doing that. I

want to see more of you, and I want you to want that.

9. Maybe I shouldn't expect a lot of personal insight from

the woman who wrote the Hidden creed. Which reads, and

I quote, "Find thy self. Know thy self. Destroy thy self."

But I'm really worried that if people don't know you, they

might end up destroying you. Our much-foreshadowed

Stranger saw the future, Ikora. You were dead. Dead

because someone you trusted turned on all of us.

10. Can't end on nine paragraphs. Too spooky! I noticed

one common thread among these unpaired Ghosts. They

REALLY like the Books of Sorrow. Ever since Eris

deciphered the calcified fragments, Guardians have been

fascinated by the history of the Hive. But these Ghosts—I

don't think it's fascination. I think it's pity. They see

the Hive as an exploited underclass, for goodness' sake!

Victims of a cosmic parasite that tricked the poor krill

into eternal slavery. No wonder they haven't found their

Guardians. They don't want to help anyone kill Hive!

But this is troubling, isn't it? Because if Ghosts can decide

that they have moral qualms with raising Guardians, and if

they can convince other Ghosts to follow suit... we're going

to need a program of counter-persuasion. We'll have to start

keeping an eye on the morale and loyalty of our own Ghosts.

This way lies a terrible future.

MESSAGE ENDS

FIRST CALLING OF THE HIDDEN, ANNOTATED

((05))

I feel the need to ground my commentary here with anecdote.

1. Find thy self.

To be Osiris's student was to orbit a star. The man would occlude you if you let him; and if you
came too close, you would be burnt. It became tempting to define yourself only by your distance and
angle with relation to him: "Today he is distracted but warm, so I am at a close approach but a high
inclination." This was a mistake. You must know who you are with respect to yourself. This is not an
emotional allegory! If you intend to conduct thanatonautics alongside a teacher, to die and become
as fire and return to life, you must know what parts of you are yours!

Accurate knowledge is impossible if you do not understand

the device by which knowledge is obtained. One of

humanity's most monumental achievements is the metric

system, an enduring system of measure usable by all

people in all situations. But the metric system had a flaw:

its units were defined by physical objects. The standard

kilogram was an ingot of platinum and iridium. This

ingot changed over time, as all material things must; and

therefore, it was unreliable. The metric system was not

completed until the kilogram found a truer, more absolute

definition based on pure knowledge: in this case, Planck's

universal constant.

In the future, we may discover that Planck's constant

varies between different volumes of the multiverse. If we

do, we will need to find a truer definition of the kilogram.

So it is that this is the first step—finding thy self— so

that you may know the instrument by which you obtain

knowledge, and it is ever ongoing.

2. Know thy self.

I thought I knew my self. I'd fought in the Crucible, which requires self-knowledge to check the
impulses that control most Crucible players. ("I'll go straight to the ammo drop again; this time, it'll
turn out differently." No, fool, it will not!) I'd flown high-risk scouting missions far from Earth, and
always returned. I had even bargained with an Ahamkara and, I thought, come out ahead. What I
had wished for was a teacher greater than me.

But I did not know my self. I could find myself, certainly, but the map is not the territory. Just
because I could locate Ikora Rey did not mean I could enter Ikora Rey and understand her: and if
you do not know the interior mechanism of a device, you do not know what the device will do.

I found myself in a place of crisis. The Vanguard had determined that the Ahamkara had to be
made extinct. But to confront Ahamkara, you must know and accept exactly what it is you desire—
you must let it pass through you without either repudiation or longing, or it will become a wish for
the Ahamkara to feed upon. And oh, the longings I hated to have! To shatter Ophiuchus, to astound
my critics with a display of my full power, to die alongside Osiris and be reborn as one being in an

((06))

eternity of fire, to burn poor Chalco to a temporary, smoking smear and laugh at her astonishment...
we are all full of these perverse impetuosities.

It is one thing to purge yourself of all incorrect and unacceptable thought. It is another to know it
and accept it and to let it be.

When you have reliable instruments of measurement,

you may then measure yourself. Truth is universal, but

universal truth can only be acquired through personal

truth. This is the foundational paradox of Gnosticism. To

know anything beyond the self requires self-knowledge, but

the self cannot be known without understanding the laws

that drive it, which can only be known by observing the

world. How do we escape this cycle?

This conundrum offers an escape from the Boltzmann-

brain solipsistic trap. The trap asks us, "How do you know

that you are not the only thing in existence, and that the

universe you perceive is not a random moment emerged

from chaos?" The answer is that a randomly emerged

illusionary brain, the product of a probabilistic demiurge,

is cosmically unlikely to contain both the memory of

and imaginary universe and knowledge of consistent

mathematical and physical laws of which describe that

whole. If the world is an illusion, then why would it

produce the illusion of a physics that can be consistently

explain its existence? Which is more probable: that we and

all we see are an enormous coincidence, or that reality is

in fact determined and evolved by a consistent set of laws?

The existence of an objective reality is more probable. If

objective reality really exists, we exist in it. The truth that we see

in the world around us allow us to induce the truth of our

own persistent existence.

To know thy self is not to only look within but also

without. It is impossible to know thy self without

knowledge of the universe.

3. Destroy thy self.

When I battled Azirim, he defeated me. He showed me that he could make all my desires real,
and I succumbed. It was Wei Ning who broke me out of the trance-of-creation I had fallen into,
moments before I manifested a wish from the quantum vacuum: four dead strangers returned to life,
forgiven their desperate grab for my Ghost, so that I could forgive myself for how quickly and lethally
I had responded. If I had finished the wish and fashioned them, I would have annihilated myself,
Ophiuchus, and everything around us in a particle-antiparticle catastrophe.

What Wei Ning did was punch me in the head so gently that I only got a concussion. I do not advise
this as a way to destroy the self. But as an analogy, it is useful.

((07))

When you have located your self, destroy your self. Grip

your self like a hand shaking a hand, find the weak places,

and squeeze. Throw your self at yourself like a rising

tide upon an ancient fortress. Do not stop when your

soft places are eroded. You must continue until nothing

remains. In this manner, you will gain two vital gnoses: the

revealed knowledge of your own strengths and failings,

and the practiced knowledge of how to reconstruct your

self when destroyed.

In one Gnostic tradition, our universe is the creation of

Barbelo and Sophia, whose mimicry of the Unknown

God's emanations gave rise to Yaldabaoth, the lion-headed

serpent. Yaldabaoth the Demiurge crafted our world and

the Archons that rule it in mimicry of the true spiritual

world, which is called pleroma. Upon creating humanity,

Yaldabaoth declared itself the truth creator, unaware that it

itself was only a mimic of the Unknown God.

The key understanding here lies not in the fabulism, nor

even in Yaldabaoth's failure to destroy itself and reveal the

truth, but in the relationship between the Gnostic tradition

and the Book of Genesis. This Gnostic tale comes before

the traditional Genesis, totally recontextualizing it—even

destroying it. In retaliation for this transformation, the

Gnostics were destroyed by more orthodox faith.

We cannot understand ourselves unless we know our

own origins; and we cannot accept our origins unless are

willing to destroy ourselves.

4. Shed thy self.

When I battled Madhir, he tried the same trick as Azirim. But I simply became someone else. I
do not mean that I pretended to be someone else. I mean that I allowed Madhir to change me into
someone who Madhir could not tempt.

I laugh much less since that day. But I am more content.

Rub at the thin, dry outer parts of yourself. Crawl shining

and wet from that outer husk.

All misjudgement is caused by the failure to shed the self.

We constantly make poor decisions, knowing that they will

hurt us and isolate us, because these decisions allow us

to sustain our stories of who we are. When we are angry,

we choose to act in anger, even if we know we could de-

escalate. When we are wounded, we make the choices a

wounded person would make, even when we know these

choices will deepen the wound. Who would do otherwise?

((08))

To refuse the choice we want is to make is to refuse our self,

and that makes us afraid. We are afraid to change who we

are. Unless we have a habit, a natural capability to escape

our own nature. So we must acquire that capability.

It is impossible to escape the cage of the self by any means except shedding.

5. Embrace a new skin.

I was at the Great Disaster, when the Vanguard rallied its Guardians against omens of doom
centered on our moon. We used the same group tactics against Crota that we had employed against
the Ahamkara. It is hard to withstand many Guardians, and hard to use paracausal trickery to
derange many minds at once.

Swiftly and terribly, we learned our error. The sword logic finds the weakest part of a structure and
destroys it. A mass of Guardians is full of joints and weaknesses to cut through. Today, we fight in
fireteams of three: a triangle, the basic shape of a truss; the strongest shape in nature.

We, the eternally reborn Guardians, agelessly returning to our favorite state, failed to learn the real
lesson of the Great Ahamkara Hunt: that in order to assume a new form, you must cast off the old
one. The Ahamkara succeeded in that transformation. We failed.

When you have left behind the dry husk of your self, you

will find yourself in the strata of dry husks, an infinite

compost of uninhabited might-yet-be. In order to don

another self, you must enter it and embrace it wholly.

You must accept it without reservation. This is terrifying,

because to wholly accept transformation is to wholly

accept death.

This is the confrontation with the ego death, the

psyche death, the collapse of connections between the

mediotemporal and higher cortical brain networks.

Its successfulresolution comes with the understanding

that there is no persistent self, only a set of rules by which

we temper our own changes. That which does not change

at all is dead. That which changes wholly explodes. We are

the middle course. We are the place between the dead coal

and the blazing fire.

6. Become the many.

I was a solitary adventurer, but I had to become a leader and teacher. I do not mean that I have
become greater or gained a higher authority. I mean that I have learned to surrender my own desires
in favor of acting for a common good. The needs of many impel me. This was not a balm for all
difficulties; it created new problems. I nearly lost Ophiuchus this way: he was my complement,
the strength to counterpose my weaknesses. And when I tried to become someone who existed for
everyone, I left him nothing to exist for at all.

((09))

This path is not a simple one. I sometimes lose sight of which way is forward.

This step is simple, which is why it is the hardest of all.

When you have mastered the ability to escape yourself, and<

then take on a new self, you will then abandon the need to

be a self.

This is easiest for the Dawnblade, who understands the "self"

as a perturbation of a field, like a vortex in water—a place

of constant change, not separate from but continuous with

the surrounding universe. For Hunters, this step may arrive

from study of the natural world, or from immersion in the

Human communities around us. For Titans, devotion to

duty or to the perfection of certain acts is the natural path.

All must arrive at this realization in their own way.

7. We are as unseen. We are as death.

I failed the Traveler, and I failed Cayde.

I asked Zavala to declare war on the Reef and to affix Uldren Sov's head on the queen's empty
throne. I had lost my self; I did not know my self; I did not destroy my self. If I had, I would have
done nothing. But in the Red War, I could only do nothing, and so now, doing nothing felt like a
trap. I wanted to do something; and so, I argued we should go into Savathûn's snare.

I spoke bitter words about Zavala then. But he was right. If we had done nothing, the curse would never have taken the Dreaming City.

Failure visits us as inevitably as death. But we are reborn. There are no second chances, not for any
choice we make: but there is always the chance to do better at the next one.

Death comes unseen to all of us, and we do not know the

hour of its coming or the face it will wear.

We are the Hidden, and we must be as death. They do not

know the hour of our approach or the face we will wear.

All knowledge ends in us; and yet, we are beyond knowing.

But as Hidden, we must also accept that we do not see all,

and we do not know the hour of our own death. We are

the final repository of knowledge, as the grave is the final

library. But we cannot know our own death until it has

taken us beyond all knowing.

How is it possible to fully know oneself when oneself will

not be finished and complete until death?

There is a right answer to this paradox.

((010))

//


We are all going to die

it's all right to be afraid to be angry to be alone with the thought for a while you know
you'll never be alone after you die so loneliness is only for the living and being alone is being
fiercely alive

The trick is to make sure we do not all die at once.

Some of us will die and some will go on. And then those who went on will die, but more will
go on. And this cycle will continue, and as long as it does, something of us will be part of it.
Three and a half billion years ago, something came to life on Earth, and we are all part of it.
It has never died.

We are all going to die; but not yet. Not yet.

//

CONSENSUS PERSONAL

((011))

VANCINCTAN CMDR ZAVALA >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

This is your latest move? Ikora, I'm hurt. Placing that stone at 6x24 is clearly suboptimal. You're going easy on me, and I won't have it.

REY >> ZAVALA

Trust me. I have a feeling it'll make a more interesting game. If you don't believe me, put the game state into a go engine.

ZAVALA >> REY

Balderdash. The fact that you have a 50.41% win rate against me doesn't mean you can afford to treat me like I'm not here. By my reading, my whole position on the left flank is quite harmonious. I have the advantage in liberties and in initiative. You may have the better sense for the abstract game, Ikora, but I am a better logistician. And I know that 6x24 undermines your endgame.

REY >> ZAVALA

Playing the conventional move here will drive this game into an echo of those we've played before. Just a joseki writ large; we already know those moves. Whereas 6x24 puts us in a totally new board state.

ZAVALA >> REY

I'll get back to you after the Consensus meeting, or you'll be distracted the whole time trying to think up your reply.

SUBJ: LATEST STASIS BEHAVIORS

((012))

ACCESS: RESTRICTED DECRYPTION KEY: 2CA9SXUO2C$IKO-006 REP#: 091-STASIS-TEST AGENT(S): TRU-135

SUBJ: LATEST STASIS BEHAVIORS

1. Now I know you think I'm a steady old hand so you give me the weird jobs on the theory that if I spook then it's worth getting spooked. But this one has me worried. Does no one any good to play with fire. Or cold as the case may be. Either way you get burnt.

2. All right here are my observations on the use of Stasis.

The virulence of Stasis against other Guardians has generally decreased. Withering Blade doesn't bite so deep or freeze so solid. Glacial Quake won't catch so many cold footed. Now why is this?

Partly I reckon that Guardians have learned to counteract the effects of Stasis with their own Light. Heat what's cold and whatnot. But the experimentalists out here mutter that Stasis has a mind of its own: which is strange right because they all insist that "the Darkness comes from within us," that it's a part of them, some residue of the Cambrian explosion or whatever. The real Darkness was inside us all along. Which is it? Is Darkness in all of us or has it got a mind of its own? We need to answer that question.

Let's say they're right and Stasis has in some way changed itself. Why would Stasis weaken its effect against other Guardians? I'll tell you exactly why. Same reason a virus evolves a strain that won't kill its host. People were turning against Stasis, didn't like what it was doing to their Crucible. So Stasis made itself nicer. So we'd keep on using it. If Stasis was better than what the Traveler gave us we wouldn't be able to accept it as just another colorful species of whoopass. We might get scared of it.

But this way it's nice and balanced. Everything kept in proper balance. And doesn't "balance" sound like a goal worth striving for?

((013))

3. Now you asked me to keep an eye out for signs of cruelty among the Stasis users. But it strikes me there's a problem here. In the old days we would call it "statistical comorbidity" but maybe you fancy Warlocks have some deeper understanding of synchronicity or hidden concordance or whatnot. What I mean is can we tell if Stasis makes people cruel or reckless or in the best cases very bold? I see Stasis users who shouldn't have any kind of power, never mind Stasis. And I see decent Guardians who took to Stasis as an urgent necessity. It's the old question about Thorn. Was Dredgen Yor corrupted by his weapon? Or did he just need an excuse?

Maybe Stasis really is just a tool. Maybe the only moral valence it has is what we bring to it.

4. Cowlick still refuses to examine the Stasis crystals with her own unique senses and I'm not gonna make her. Poor Ghost shouldn't have to stare into what hurts her. Best details she could get with secular instruments attached. However Cowlick is pleased as pinch to go over the results and come up with theories. I'll leave the "Flack parametric analysis" and all the other numbers to her…

5. Now I do know something about viruses from my frontier medicine days. I know that gentler strains of a virus have a competitive advantage if they keep their host alive long enough to jump to a new one. So we can imagine Stasis as a virus, maybe even a virus with purpose—limiting its virulence so as to get at the rest of us.

But we've got to remember that a virus only evolves to go easy on its host when that makes it more successful. It's a myth that all diseases evolve to coexist peacefully with us. A virus will crank up its lethality to 99% so long as that viciousness also lets it reach a new host. If a virus could make people explode like rotten balloons and infect everyone nearby, a virus would do it. Viruses don't give a damn for anything except making more of themselves.

((014))

They certainly don't give a damn for their own long-term viability—they're too stupid to think that far in advance.

So keep that in mind when it comes to assessing the safety of Stasis. After all it is a power we use to explode each other like rotten balloons.

And keep in mind also that a virus isn't evil. It just wants to exist. If there really is a distinction between Stasis-as-a-power and the voice in those ships, if one can be separated from the other, then maybe Stasis isn't intrinsically corrupting. Or maybe it is corrupting but only when it's tied to the voice behind it. Maybe we can wrest it free. Who knows? Not me.

Truce out.

MESSAGE ENDS

Mara said there was a difference between Darkness as a force and the will that guided it. But there is no question that the interlopers led us to stasis. The enemy has given us a tool. Does that make the tool the enemy?

APPENDED FILE: COWLICK'S ANALYSIS OF STASIS

The Stasis crystals aren't water ice. Obvious enough, but I thought I'd get it out of the way. The extraordinary property of Stasis is its ability to create ordered structures from chaos—it doesn't care what kind of matter is available; it just sucks entropy out of the system until it's got a crystal. The crystal's not exactly chemical. The normal electromagnetic interactions between atoms are suppressed in favor of something weirder. A bit like spinmetal.

Examination by scanning and tunneling electron microscope (plus X-ray crystallography and neutron diffraction, if we want to be exhaustive) revealed a highly ordered crystalline structure at the nanometer scale. Results included a lot of lens artifacts, so I had to resort to makeshift ptychography. But I've attached what I could see. As far as I can tell, we're looking at conventional baryonic matter—not reifled virtual matter, space time at a true-zero energy state, an excitation of some novel field, or (Traveler save us from VanNet theories) super-extremal naked black holes masquerading as particles.

((015))

(Now, I am a little disappointed to discover that the super vacuum hypothesis is out. Quantum physics says it's impossible to know the exact energy state of a volume of space, and "zero" is an exact energy state—so it's physically illegal for a volume of space to have zero energy when observed. That's why we get random virtual particles popping in out of the void; they're created and destroyed by the energy of emptiness. Some Warlocks thought that if you carried out the impossible task of sucking ALL the energy out of a volume of space-time, nulling out even the zero-point fluctuations and achieving a True Void, then you could achieve a physical regime where space and time themselves ceased to exist. Instead, you'd get a "space-time condensate," a superfluid vacuum capable of interacting with itself to generate structure. In this theory, the Stasis crystals were a cold so deep that they froze space-time itself! It had a certain elegance, but either the True Void does not exist, or it is not here attained, or I am just misinterpreting this data.)

The crystalline structure of the Stasis material is both spatial and temporal: it forms ordered patterns in three dimensions, and those patterns evolve over time without outside energy input. I've tried bootstrapping several models, but when I compare the predictions to the actual behavior of the crystal, the R-factor is always garbage. (I don't have the equipment to open up the Calabi-Yau manifold and peek at extra dimensions here, sorry. Maybe I'd glimpse the paracausal truth of the Darkness and start dividing in half until you had a planet full of Cowlicks and Truces all complaining.)

There's some funny stuff going on within the crystal structure: long-range multiparticle interactions that might require paracausal intervention to sustain. The crystal also soaks up incident motion and energy, which it converts into mechanical work: this is how these crystals form so rapidly, and why they're surrounded by such intense cold. (Think of it like a nucleation event in a false vacuum; the crystal keeps expanding because it's energetically favorable for it to do so, as long as its surface area-to-volume ratio is sufficiently high.) It's also why they retain significant structural-impact volatility (they shatter really well). When you've stored so much energy in a dense lattice, you're already most of the way to a bomb. All high-energy chemical explosives are crystalline.

The actual structure of the crystal is... hard to characterize. The mass has some spooky quantum characteristics, behaving like a superfluid condensate complete with vortices, so it's hard to get information on specific areas—you get domains of the crystals behaving as single particles.