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The void jester is the proudest of its titular moons creations The void jester dances through the emptiness between glactic filaments, listening for and to the whispers of wisdom left unclaimed by The Sentience The void jester’s physical body is a lace-work of gravitational singularities, millions of black holes, constantly forming and evaporating and forming, with the elegance of organic chemistry.  Intangible tendrils of collapsing reality branch from one another and writhe with the void moons will. The void jester has a face, something the void moon could never have conceived of unselves.  Un heard it in a whisper, though the void jester.  A piece of knowledge once belonging to the sentience, now lost and forever unknowable to them, so the void moon may hear it wisping through the deadspace.  The void jesters face was half conceived, crumpled into a sphere and scribbled out. The void jester is aptly named for a number of reasons.  It is, in essence, an interdimentional shadow puppet, a contruct of unspace projected onto adspace.  A manipulator and sensory organ of the void moon from which un took great enjoyment.  It was boring in unspace, where time existed in either infinities or infinitesimals. Or both.  The void moon couldn’t rightfully be sure. Un figured un may have always existed, or un may have only existed for a cluster of moments.  One could never rightfully be sure. Either way, the void moon took a glee in its creation, and the way it staggered and fluttered and jittered, the projection imperfect, battered by the chaotic fluctuations in the fields of adspace.  Un had a sense of humour about such things.  Humour is an essential sense for navigating adspace, un knew.