Nameless Tome

The Nameless Tome (名もなき書 [namonaki sho] or 'nameless book' in Japanese) is a book of unknown authorship held by the four peristylia. Doctor Al-Rashia also holds one, although it is unknown whether her copy is the same that is in possession of the Peristylium Suzaku. The members of Class 0 are known to have had extensive access to the Tome, and among them Ace, Trey and Queen have the whole book memorized1

The complete contents of the book are unknown, but judging from the parts that are known, it details the workings of the Fal'Cie in the world and their methods and goals.

The Nameless Tome


Below is an excerpt from the Nameless Tome, said to be verse 4:4. It is unknown if it is complete.

Within the whirling wheel, nestled in the infinite spiral,
Lie two sacred thrones.
In one sits the divine spirit aligned with Lindzei,
In the other sits the divine spirit aligned with Pulse.
One seeks to stain the soil with blood
And thrust open the gates to the realm unseen,
The other nurtures souls,
Hoping they will open the gates on the spirit's behalf.
Bound by their covenant,
Despite an infinitesimal probability of success,
The two continue to challenge the limits of possibility
Over and Over, cycle after cycle,
Until they fade from this world.


Below can be found two excerpts from the Nameless Tome, said to be from verse 4:11. They are described as the first and third paragraphs.

The first locus to be cast away belonged to age.
Age is the fountain from which flows all man's despair,
The manifest mark of mortality.
Though they could not sever it from the spiral,
The divine spirits shunned age, deeming it unnecessary.
They let out a sigh lasting for ages,
And when the crumbling cliffs had finally eroded to naught,
Age was finally alone,
A pariah within the whirling wheel of percipience,
Within every wheel.
And like the crumbling cliffs,
Age's heart began to wear away,
Until the day the soul of suffering appeared.

The third locus to be cast away belonged to suffering,
An indispensable inevitability.
Unless one understands, experiences, and expunges suffering,
One can never attain sublimation.
Yet the divine spirits did not desire to ascend.
Thus, they deemed suffering unnecessary to the gods,
For it was not sublimation but transformation that they sought.
And so, within the eternally ephemeral spiral,
Suffering came to know pain in all its forms.
Then, in the abyss of despair, he found a girl
Standing perched over an even more treacherous void.
In that instant, he awoke to the reversal at the end of all pain.
From that moment forth, suffering began thirsting for that inversion
In whichever wheel he traversed.


Below is an excerpt from the Nameless Tome, said to be verse 14:7. It is unknown if it is complete.

Only the chosen may enter that land.
The chosen will touch all creation, and obtain that which is truth.
It is reason outside of reason - the reason of Agito.
It is power - the authority of Agito.
The sage proclaims: "In all things, there is meaning.
In all things, mourning will end.
Make your choice: will you choose reason, or the power of kings?"
And unto him, I reply: "I will become Agito.
I will sound the knell to shake all the world.
When nine and nine meet nine, the depths of reason shall stir.
When the seal of creation is broken, a voice like thunder shall sound,
And thou shalt know - we have arrived."

Final Verse

Below is an excerpt from the Nameless Tome, only described as the final verse. It is unknown if it is complete.

The wheel whirls within the spiral,
Its light growing ever radiant with every revolution.
Yet when the small spiral collapses in upon itself,
Its light fades, and as a wheel it begins whirling anew.
Within the spiral emerged a single locus, so close yet invariably distant.
In the flash of an eternity, one became ten and six, then ten and two,
And the wheel began whirling once more.
The first revealed the power of acceptance,
The second, the power of kindness,
The third, the power of knowledge,
The fourth, the power of valor,
The fifth, the power of innocence,
The sixth, the power of tenacity,
The seventh, the power of discernment,
The eighth, the power of tranquility,
The ninth, the power of action,
The tenth, the power of ignorance,
The eleventh, the power of wisdom,
And the twelfth, the power of judgement.
Cast away were the loci of fear, love, suffering, and age.
Their souls elevated through the endless cycle of transmigration
Those who ascend there loce were chosen by the divine spirits:
One wishing to open the gate with its own hand,
One wishing to open the gate using the hand of another.
The elevated souls shine more radiantly as the wheel continues whirling,
But fragments break off from each locus with every revolution.
When these shards are ten and two, the souls shall break forth from the wheel,
Involuntarily moving toward the end,
And the grand spiral shall collapse, sinking back to the percipient depths.
Only then shall a new wheel begin to whirl.
Yet at the edge of infinity, time overflowing is born of the spiral.
Though the gate remains closed,
Two loci who fell from the ten and two are granted human will of the divine.
And the fallen shards rejoin the wheel in its revolution,
Each one bearing the smile of Etro.
One of the divine spirits accepts their return,
Releases the loci and sets out on a new journey.
The remaining radiance forgets the wheel of creation and set it whirling anew.
Is this wheel one of joy, or one of despair?
Or perhaps…

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