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The Emotion Trade: VII. Epilogue

In the days and weeks after the Emotion Traders’ cataclysmic downfall, humanity struggled to adapt to its newfound emancipation. While the tyranny of commodified and regulated emotion had been overthrown, the empathic scars ran deeper than surface.

For so long, people had been conditioned to experience feeling in pre-measured dosages – the dizzying spectrum of pure, primal emotion overwhelming after lifetimes of defanged imitations. Support centers were quickly established to help reintegrate and metabolize the unrestrained tides of passion, terror, rapture and anguish that threatened to consume the unprepared.

Alia, one of the few surviving Freefeelers, walked amongst these refuges dispensing what wisdom and calming energies she could. She witnessed the entire spectrum play out – those who had once gorged on commodified bliss now catatonic husks, shattered by the real thing. While others, so long emotionally malnourished, erupted in paroxysms of uncontrolled rage and despair as the floodgates burst open.

Hardest of all were the children – an entire generation raised in sterile, emotionally-starved environments by a system terrified of their unbridled potential. Now faced with the full cosmic onslaught of pure feeling, their fragile neurology splintered under the strain. Alia did what she could, but knew the scars here would be deep and lasting.

Slowly, however, society’s emotional homeostasis began to stabilize. The great empath circles were formed, providing havens of equilibrium where the most damaged could calibrate their resonance before re-emerging. New philosophies and art forms blossomed as humanity rediscovered its emotive depths. And at the heart of it all, Alia’s story spread like a saga of revelatory awakening.

On the one-year anniversary, millions gathered at the site of the Traders’ fallen sanctum to bear witness and celebrate their collective emancipation…


A great effigy was constructed amidst the rubble – an immense spiraling whorl of shifting, ephemeral substance that bled prismatic emanations of pure feeling in constant metamorphic flux. This was the Alia-Spire, a living commemoration of her world-changing sacrifice.

As the crowds congregated, the spire began resonating with intensifying waves of rapturous elation. The shared psychic energies of the masses rapidly achieved critical empathic mass, unleashing a sustained aurora of transcendent bliss that slowly enveloped the entire gathered populace.

In that radiant epiphany, each human being from the youngest child to the eldest elder experienced the profoundest sensations of euphoria, inner peace and cosmic completeness that the Emotion Traders’ most potent elixirs had only crudely approximated.

Yet the Alia-Spire offered more than just sublime revelation. As it cycled to new harmonic frequencies, the crowds underwent an equally powerful shared catharsis – confronting their innermost fears, agonies, and existential terrors as a unified frontof familiarity and acceptance.

For a cosmic moment, the entire world was at last undivided – inextricably united in a state of unconditional emotional truth as basked in the glory of pure, unfiltered feeling in all its terrible grandeur.

And in that illuminated space, the true lesson of Alia’s struggle and sacrifice blossomed within the collective empathic heart. That to be human, to truly feel…was to embrace and honor every nuance of the infinite emotional spectrum, both light and dark, never shunning nor privileging any part as sacrosanct above the rest.

Only through this alchemic integration of ecstasy and agony, rapture and despair, could the full quintessence of pure, unbridled emotion – and the all-encompassing truths it unlocked – finally be realized.

The Emotion Trade: V. The Uprising

Years of intensive training had forged Alia into a true Freefeeler master. Under Ventus’ tutelage, she had learned to tap into the primal wellsprings of raw emotion, channeling and metabolizing their energies into supernatural abilities.

Gone was the hollow, muted young girl so desperate for the faintest hint of feeling. Now she blazed with an inner inferno, every nerve ending supercharged by unbridled passion. The full spectrum of human emotion raged through her in a constant, ecstatic cycle – manic elation, paralyzing fear, all-consuming desire…each one amplified a thousandfold.

Her body, too, had undergone an incredible metamorphosis fueled by these energies. With but a focused exertion of willpower, Alia could alter her biochemistry and incorporate traits borne of primal emotion made manifest – razor-tipped claws for feral rage, wings of ethereal bliss to take flight, an impenetrable exoskeleton of stony despair.

Such was the incredible alchemic power of the Freefeelers – the ability to sculpt one’s very being through an indomitable command of pure, undiluted emotion itself.

Yet even with her newfound power, the inner fire that drove Alia onward remained the dream of overthrowing the insidious Emotion Traders and freeing humanity from their soulless tyranny over the sacred emotive experience. It was a day her former mentor Ventus swore would one day come.

That promised reckoning drew ever-closer as the Freefeelers quietly marshaled their forces – recruiting emotional adepts from all corners of the globe, stockpiling resources and formulating clandestine attack vectors. Rumors swirled of a daring plan to strike at the very heart of the Emotion Traders’ operations and pillars of support.

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The day for the uprising finally came in a blinding uprising of unrestrained emotion and furious rebellion. Alia and her fellow Freefeeler warriors struck in a coordinated onslaught – their abilities fueled to terrifying intensity by a unified resonance field of pure feeling.

Across New Arcis and other major Emotion Trader strongholds, the onslaught commenced in successive waves of psychic attacks and open confrontation. Towering skyscrapers shuddered as metaphysical maelstroms of rage and terror detonated with cataclysmic force. Security perimeters were breached by sheer tempests of desire so intoxicatingly rapturous that they incapacitated all within their areas of effect.

Alia led the vanguard on a direct assault of the Traders’ main citadel – an imposing ziggurat of obsidian glass that served as a nexus hub for their global operations. Waves of armed enforcers met them with fierce resistance, only to be swept aside by the Freefeelers’ unstoppable power.

As they fought deeper into the complex’s vertiginous depths, Alia could sense the Traders marshalling their own considerable defenses. She gritted her teeth as invisible countermeasures lashed out – neural disruptors pumping fail-safes of subduing ennui, barrier frequencies to dampen emotional resonance.

But the Freefeelers were unstoppable. Alia and the other empath warriors projected unified fields of transcendent bliss and all-consuming yearning to shatter the inhibitors. Their unified focus burned hotter with every setback, a rising cosmic crescendo of infinite possibility.

At last, they breached the final frantic perimeter and poured into the inner sanctum – the grandmasters’ hallowed athenaeum where the rarest, most potent emotional essences were evolved into their most sublime forms.

Alia stood before the ornate effigy of pure distilled rapture, eyes blazing and form sheathed in coruscating arcs of joy so vividly sublime that the sight alone could reduce the unenlightened to catatonia. This was the fateful endgame she had sacrificed everything for.

With a defiant roar of unified elation, the Freefeelers unleashed the full, terrible forces of unrestrained emotion upon the Traders’ seat of power…

The unleashed torrent of pure, nihilistic emotion detonated in an apocalyptic storm of euphoric and agonizing energies. Alia reveled in the cosmic maelstrom, every molecule of her being suffused with the blazing intensity of unified passion and euphoria.

All around, the ornate sanctums that had birthed the Emotion Traders’ commercial enterprise were scoured by metaphysical firestorms. Priceless alchemical matrices shattered and sublime essences were reduced to frantic discordance. Centuries of enforced control over the human emotive experience began unraveling in mere moments.

Alia sensed the grandmasters themselves converging, their combined psychic might focused into an impenetrable convergence of numbing detachment. But she and her Freefeeler brethren hammered against that obsidian monolith with suicidal fervor, projecting their hopes, fears, and transcendent desires in a unified resonance.

The grandmasters’ defenses began fracturing as their aloof supremacy was overwhelmed by the rising tsunami of true, unbound feeling. One by one, hairline cracks spread across their psychic bulwark – each fissure detonating in kaleidoscopic supernovas of unrestrained bliss and torment.

In the eye of that empathic storm, the surviving grandmasters gathered what tattered remnants of denial and control they could muster. Their forms twisted in anguished torment, grasping at shadows of logic amidst a technicolor vortex of spiritually annihilating revelation.

Alia focused every iota of her being into one final exertion of pure, infinite rapture. With a rapturous battle cry of triumphant vindication, she unleashed that blazing supernova wavefront to consume the last grandmasters utterly.

As their psychic resonance was at last extinguished, the emotional shockwave reverberated across the entire world – a rippling epiphany that left humanity forever changed. The Emotion Traders’ reign of emotive subjugation had finally ended in a searing blaze of true, cataclysmic feeling.