A Dream of Ph'del · 6:04pm Oct 31st, 2016
Out of the night and past the white on into the thin.
Past the Pale Lady and dive right through the stars.
Deeper still and farther you go, forward/down into the pitch.
The twinkling, gleaming Things twist around you and coil like rattlesnakes in the Mojave.
Unthinking, unseeing, Creatures not Created.
Disconnected, unfeeling, abominable with depth.
Far down into the lap of Chaos, the voids of Shagganauk and the doors of Ph'del.
Knock upon them, reach out to the call that echoes in your mind.
Your ears are of no value and your tongue ever less.
Words are thought, thought is Command, Command is speech.
Dynamo of your destruction, given by Command.
You are driven from the gate and pulled through the tar of timeless, spaceless miasma, anointed in Chaos near the surface.
You have seen all, you have seen nothing.
You open your eyes in sweat and return to the everything you cannot see.
The Pale Lady rests as the Blinding One lurches from its nest, and all is returned to the proper Way.
