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[WHERE DREAMS DIE] From the top of radiant peaks, I fell back into my pit of perdition surrounded by walls, my wings in ashes spread around me. I saw the last light of day swallowed by a horizon of cinders, and I forgot everything, up to my name. The night air sticks its needles in…
[WE] We – a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand of us blind children – are locked inside the womb of the world. We know nothing of this place, we know nothing of the reason why we are held here. We cry and suffocate in the darkness of tombs the size of cathedrals.…
[BEDTIME STORY FOR SLEEPLESS CHILDREN] Listen to this story, my child. It takes place in a distant past, when Mankind lived on the surface. It tells about two identical twins, one girl and one boy. Separated at birth for mysterious reasons, they weren’t aware of each other’s existence. As the years went by the boy…
[RED DAWN] When I open my eyes, I find myself engulfed in a much different form of darkness than the regular half-light of my cell. I can no longer see the walls or the vaulted ceiling. I am still strapped to my bed but the control displays and the I.V drips around me are gone.…
[AWAKENING] We are alive, we know it to be true. We can hear our heart beating. We can breathe. And the blood in our veins never ceases to pulse in our temples. We are locked up, we are a self-contained prison, a cage of flesh and entrails. We slowly realize we’re the last of a…
[THE JUDGMENT] Six are the pillars supporting the skies and six the walls enclosing the earth. At the center I am, hanging upside down from a cord of steel. My arms are tied behind my back, the metal tie biting into the flesh of my joints. Beneath me, lead tiles form a circle around a…
What we are: we are the distant descendants of the First Born, the countless cells born of its subdivision. Our voices are the echoes of its own voice, sounding down the ages. Our souls are like unto its soul and our flesh was made from its ashes…
I’ve climbed countless metastatic stairs, leaving my cell in turmoil behind me. I turned around on the infinite stairs to behold the storm I had sown. Fast expanding architectural tentacles were digesting the platforms I had crossed, smothering them under strata of concrete…
Then our lord with the hundred synchronized voices rose from the leaden plain. In moments he was breathing and his heart beat to the pulse of the world. He began his rotation and never his nine eyes did close. Nine are the thresholds and nine the cogs of the subsomatic system, and they appeared beneath his skin, rolling heavily in their fibrous welkin like dead stars.
While the Enterode, known to some a Saint-Arkxi, was but a mute, introverted child, confined to is subterranean cell, his father, who was wise man, came to him. his eyes filled with love, he softly caressed his head and spoke these words…