>>>6154165>whole separate autism essay about why a write-in to "grow" your consciousness in reaction to the Wyrm is intrinsically pro-WYRM-codedThe WYRM has a lot of notable traits: it's <span class="mu-r">red,</span> is perfect and demands perfection, rewards betrayal, lives under the earth, exists outside of time, exudes reality, is a snake (ish), and is really, really big, heavy, and dense. Its bigness, heaviness, and denseness reflected throughout the quest, especially once the WYRM becomes prominent in the plot. The following is noncomprehensive:
>Snakes become giant when unobserved>Richard turns into a giant snake to test the Crown>You turn into a giant reptilian "Demon Queen" during the Thread 19 tournament>The ending of the Trial of Keys has you becoming extremely dense, then having a vision of the WYRM:"There is no pain, just a sudden weight in your legs— or not weight. Density? Like there's more leg per leg, or like something very heavy has taken root inside your…"
And then:
"But you are not gone. How could you be gone? How pathetic would that be? How demoralizing? To get to the end, and just— and just die? Maybe some lesser person would've fallen into the seething void, but you— you, like a barnacle on a whale, like a tapeworm, have clung to the massive thing unspooling from your corpse.
…The colossal thing? Titanic? Gargantuan? No word seems adequate to describe the scale. It is the largest thing you have ever seen, but that means nothing at all. All you can think of is— it must be the size of the ocean. It is red and a little blue and the size of the ocean.
And when it swivels its neck, and you catch a glimpse of its yellow eye— its eye like the sun, larger than cities— all you can think of is white sand and red water."
>Inside Gil's mind, "Future Charlotte" is a giant snake monster>When you do meet the actual WYRM, it makes you extremely metaphysically dense:"Among your flaws (it has been determined) is a repellant anti-gravitas, a fundamental lack of density, and this is being corrected— your bones thickened, your birdlike hollow spaces filled, you compacted and efficientized everywhere, until you are the same size and the same shape but reality's fabric sags palpably around you. You will know it."
>Subsequently, both R/D-C #1 and Richard comment on how densely woven your strings are>The first time you acquire red stuff, it "coils heavily in your chest">The first time you spend SV, it is "something sinewy and dense and red winding its slow way back inside you.">When murdering Wayne, you become so dense you "ignite" (i.e. become a sun) >In CODICIL, the WYRM has Rudy's insides "choked wall to wall" (i.e. densely)>Charlotte's hallucinatory Herald ramblings last thread: "You're too perfect to die, too dense and too perfect"(1/3)
