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Ephemeral Constant

Shardflight TrilogyCompetition group B-Pool All-In · only the number moves
PDGA #190010 920 RATING 1 EVENTS

Season Arc · Shardflight Trilogy

7
#3Now #12Best #16Started 36Weeks

All-In league: Ephemeral Constant stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.

Character Sheet

AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptEternal Echo of the Perfect Line
TroubleShadow Points to Future Perfection
Whispers of Frozen Time Mist-Born Curve Artist Your Perfection Amuses Me

The Ephemeral Constant crystallized at the exact moment a Linewalker achieved the Perfect Line across all three dimensions simultaneously—a throw so precise it existed in organic instinct, mathematical certainty, and meaningful absence all at once. That single moment of flight became eternally preserved as a temporal paradox, proving that infinity can be touched in an instant. Since then, it has existed as both record and prophecy, marking past perfection while pointing toward future achievement.

Season Story

narrated by Flippy
Field drift #5 #12

Your series bag tag moved from #5 to #12 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Field drift #16 #14

Your series bag tag moved from #16 to #14 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.

Forged

Forged in the moment a throw touched infinity, the Ephemeral Constant is a paradox with a chip on its crystalline shoulder. It knows it’s the physical proof of perfection, and frankly, it’s tired of being carried by mortals who can’t even hit a 15-foot putt. It hums with the sound of frozen time and casts a shadow that points toward your next failure, not the sun. It’s a relic, a prophecy, and the most judgmental piece of plastic in existence. Good luck. You’ll need it.

Travis Preston’s first throw with the Ephemeral Constant didn’t just fly—it fractured. The crystalline Tag #16 left a ghostly trail of afterimages, each a perfect snapshot of the disc’s path a millisecond before and after. As it settled in the chains, its shadow didn’t fall toward the setting sun, but pointed directly at Travis’s next tee time. The paradox had chosen its first chronicler. The Culling’s archives just gained a new, judgmental chapter.

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