I had received a message, cryptic, written in what appeared to be blood or some similar organic excretion, instructing me to be here at a time uncertain yet certainly known to me based on a long history of placement at the right place at the right time. Despite my certitude that my understanding of the
Once the transition through the outer barrier was complete I slowly allowed the dispersion of self to contract, focusing on final reassembly at a point just within this new sphere of potential abandon. As the molecular structure manifested shape and size my mind returned to a finite state and I quickly took stock and bearing
As we descended all voices fell silent. Only a thrumming pulsation could be sensed deep within the inner ear, a shuffle of small bones subtly shaken by frequencies too low to create a comprehensive shape for the mind to perceive yet possessed of a substance, though ephemeral in nature, which allowed the sub conscious mind
As the phenomena began to reach it’s apex few alternatives were left to us. All around matter was collapsing into light and space was transmogrified by some mechanism unknown into a viscous ooze which pulsated across time like some slithering serpent lacking distinct form yet confident in it’s presence as a last remaining anchor to
Somewhere along a path… a haphazard journey into areas of redundancy and mistake. The mistake is the important element. Follow it, do not discount it or stop to correct. It is always correct. A point of juxtaposition arrived at by happenstance which offers opportunity. The inevitable consequence of treading such ground is that of slow
