Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 10, 2014 2:18:18 GMT -5
Through Desolate Places
It is with great mental stress and physical difficulty that I write this account in my own personal papers, most of which have been confiscated from me by the guards of this horrible place and used as further “evidence” of my insanity and continued reason to keep me locked up in here, this evil among evils; I am housed in the Danvers State Hospital Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
These people, no, these wretches of the human race, seem to revel in my pain and suffering and provide me with no reasoning as to how my experiences, whether real or machinations of the mind, should keep me here. I protest to the idea that it has limited my functionality as a human being. The only slight effect these experiences, these trips through a land unfamiliar to scientists, but well known to dreamers and day thinkers has had on me is that it would seem some of the creatures in this odd world have followed me back to reality and appear in the most inconvenient of places. I speak to you, of course, of the parasites. They nest, not anywhere, but rather only in places that I would have previously wrote my stories and novellas. My desk, my chair, in my bed. Of course I seek to exterminate them whenever present, and it seems that my extermination of them by hand and boot is what attracted attention to me.
Well, again, I say that these experiences have had no profound effect on me and so now I wish to relate these experiences to whoever may find this in hopes that they release me from my prison. I plan to fit this note through a hole in the wall that the parasites, ever working against me, have accidentally created in my favor for this particular reason.
It began when I was sleeping in my home one night and right as I hit that state of rest when you slip into sleep, I did not fall into a dream nor a dreamless sleep. Rather, I had slipped into an alternate world where everything presented itself around me as if I was in a strange land that combined the odd landscapes and concentrated mineral deposits of the deep ocean with the clear skies and rivers that appear above the waves.
The cool and rough gray limestone path stretched infinitely forward and back, either side ending abruptly in black stagnate mud. Geysers dotted here and there bubbled up clouds of dark vapours through the mud. The sky was a thick and cloudy purple and I could not determine the placement of the sun, or even if a sun had ever existed over this desolate place In which I had now found myself. I saw a large mound in the distance. It was, what looked to me, a large accumulation of the thick mud that somehow held an enormous black vapour cloud above it. As it drew nearer with my ceaseless walking, I saw that it was in fact, not a mound, but a large plateau, something so large that I could not even comprehend it's vastness and doubted my perception of distance from it. It looked to be as distant from me as the stars are distant to the earth. In my contemplation of the plateau, I lost interest in the plain landscape surrounding me, and was surprised to see a large white rock to my left. It towered a few feet taller than me and was in a strange domed shape at the top. I stepped off the limestone path to venture closer to the rock to find another rock similar to it on the ground. I noticed that both the large structured rock and the smaller one had many holes in them. I picked up the smaller one and quickly smashed it back down onto the ground, having seen what it contained. Inside each hole were millions of clustered parasitic organisms. I then realized that the large structured rock was similarly alive with the organisms. I headed back to the path and continued towards my goal, the end of the path at the plateau, continually spewing forth the hideous cloud.
I began to see taller geysers in the distance, also emitting black air. Accompanying these geysers are clusters of the white rock the size of trees. As I drew nearer to them my body degraded rapidly and I tired. I grew incredibly weary from some unknown force as up until then, I had lost no energy in my ceaseless wanderings. I am compelled to hide in these coral trees, them too teeming with the parasitic life. I sat with my back against one of the trees and fell asleep. I awoke with a jolt, hearing sucking sounds in the distance. I stood and found my body covered in the parasites and shrimp-like things that hail from the coral. I brushed them and pulled them from my body and began to walk towards this new sound. After short minutes of wading through the coral trees, I found a towering pale green beast bearing a thousand clustered tentacle legs that emitted the sound as they suck and writhe on the ground. It stood in a small clearing, surrounded by geysers, all the blackness forming an inky cloud above it. The beast made no notice of me and slowly migrated in the same direction it had been, each of the thousand tentacles plopping and sucking the ground.
After an unimaginably long time, the beast stopped and the cloud above it began to flow outward into the sky. Below it, in front of me, was a small, metallic gray obelisk that contained a seam. I picked it up and tried to open it, but to no avail. I realized that upon it were strange white-yellow markings that seemed to glow in that sunless place where clouds formed from the ground. I easily gave up my endeavors to open it, suddenly afraid of the ancient horrors and secrets it may hold. I set it gently on the ground and left it with the sucking beast.
I walked further into the grouping of coral rocks and geysers rather than following my path. The trees became so tightly packed that I could hardly progress, having to force myself between them, breaking off chunks of coral and accidentally collecting masses of the writhing parasites on my clothes. After forcing myself through two such rocks I found myself in a clearing.
In the center of the clearing was a large, dark purple stone structure with arches cut into it. The stone structure was as large as a two story home, the arches leading into a shelter created by some form of intelligence. If only I knew then what a dark and evil intelligence it was that created such things. I crossed the threshold and found myself in a large open room with a pit in the center. Inside the pit was a geyser, but unlike those outside, this one spewed forth a clear and clean vapour that made the room around it warm and aromatic. In the shadows, I saw the silhouette of a man. He did not speak a single word to me, nor I to him. I felt safe in the odd room and the presence of the shadow covered man comforted me in a strange way I could not comprehend. He gestured for me to sit at a long rock slab made of the same earthy purple substance as the walls. Upon the slab were large silver dishes, each with its own fleshy, horrible looking food. I sat and instantly my mind was filled with flashing images:
A bearded old man shrouded in shadow, tending a herd of revolting half-human things that walk on legs twisted and adapted to walking on fours. These creatures wallow in the mud and feed on it with slurping sounds, coating their vile bodies in it. The old herdsman turns to me and I find myself back in the odd stone structure.
After that barrage of images, I had no doubts in my mind that those creatures, those half-formed and decayed mockeries of the human body, were what then sat at the table before me, offered as nourishment from an adoring host. I ate with the appetite of a mad man, ripping what I thought was the plump and bloated meat from a twisted and gnarled leg bone. Choking it down, little effort was spent on chewing and little time was spent on savoring the foul flavor.
After my abhorrent feast, I exited the home as nonchalantly as I had entered, leaving my host behind. I tried to find the path that I had left when I sought refuge in the forest, and see it beyond a current of deep green water. It foamed and sloshed along the mud banks, but was oddly still in the center. I thought of crossing the water to reach my path, and ultimately the goal of my exploring, the plateau, but was overwhelmed with fear and started to turn back. My path was blocked by the shrouded man and I stumbled back in surprise. I fell into the rushing foam. The green current carried me away, stinging my skin as it melted from bone. In the distance, I saw the plateau. I looked to the dark cloud above it and found it to stretch and fill my vision, all color and light fading to black.
It is with great mental stress and physical difficulty that I write this account in my own personal papers, most of which have been confiscated from me by the guards of this horrible place and used as further “evidence” of my insanity and continued reason to keep me locked up in here, this evil among evils; I am housed in the Danvers State Hospital Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
These people, no, these wretches of the human race, seem to revel in my pain and suffering and provide me with no reasoning as to how my experiences, whether real or machinations of the mind, should keep me here. I protest to the idea that it has limited my functionality as a human being. The only slight effect these experiences, these trips through a land unfamiliar to scientists, but well known to dreamers and day thinkers has had on me is that it would seem some of the creatures in this odd world have followed me back to reality and appear in the most inconvenient of places. I speak to you, of course, of the parasites. They nest, not anywhere, but rather only in places that I would have previously wrote my stories and novellas. My desk, my chair, in my bed. Of course I seek to exterminate them whenever present, and it seems that my extermination of them by hand and boot is what attracted attention to me.
Well, again, I say that these experiences have had no profound effect on me and so now I wish to relate these experiences to whoever may find this in hopes that they release me from my prison. I plan to fit this note through a hole in the wall that the parasites, ever working against me, have accidentally created in my favor for this particular reason.
It began when I was sleeping in my home one night and right as I hit that state of rest when you slip into sleep, I did not fall into a dream nor a dreamless sleep. Rather, I had slipped into an alternate world where everything presented itself around me as if I was in a strange land that combined the odd landscapes and concentrated mineral deposits of the deep ocean with the clear skies and rivers that appear above the waves.
The cool and rough gray limestone path stretched infinitely forward and back, either side ending abruptly in black stagnate mud. Geysers dotted here and there bubbled up clouds of dark vapours through the mud. The sky was a thick and cloudy purple and I could not determine the placement of the sun, or even if a sun had ever existed over this desolate place In which I had now found myself. I saw a large mound in the distance. It was, what looked to me, a large accumulation of the thick mud that somehow held an enormous black vapour cloud above it. As it drew nearer with my ceaseless walking, I saw that it was in fact, not a mound, but a large plateau, something so large that I could not even comprehend it's vastness and doubted my perception of distance from it. It looked to be as distant from me as the stars are distant to the earth. In my contemplation of the plateau, I lost interest in the plain landscape surrounding me, and was surprised to see a large white rock to my left. It towered a few feet taller than me and was in a strange domed shape at the top. I stepped off the limestone path to venture closer to the rock to find another rock similar to it on the ground. I noticed that both the large structured rock and the smaller one had many holes in them. I picked up the smaller one and quickly smashed it back down onto the ground, having seen what it contained. Inside each hole were millions of clustered parasitic organisms. I then realized that the large structured rock was similarly alive with the organisms. I headed back to the path and continued towards my goal, the end of the path at the plateau, continually spewing forth the hideous cloud.
I began to see taller geysers in the distance, also emitting black air. Accompanying these geysers are clusters of the white rock the size of trees. As I drew nearer to them my body degraded rapidly and I tired. I grew incredibly weary from some unknown force as up until then, I had lost no energy in my ceaseless wanderings. I am compelled to hide in these coral trees, them too teeming with the parasitic life. I sat with my back against one of the trees and fell asleep. I awoke with a jolt, hearing sucking sounds in the distance. I stood and found my body covered in the parasites and shrimp-like things that hail from the coral. I brushed them and pulled them from my body and began to walk towards this new sound. After short minutes of wading through the coral trees, I found a towering pale green beast bearing a thousand clustered tentacle legs that emitted the sound as they suck and writhe on the ground. It stood in a small clearing, surrounded by geysers, all the blackness forming an inky cloud above it. The beast made no notice of me and slowly migrated in the same direction it had been, each of the thousand tentacles plopping and sucking the ground.
After an unimaginably long time, the beast stopped and the cloud above it began to flow outward into the sky. Below it, in front of me, was a small, metallic gray obelisk that contained a seam. I picked it up and tried to open it, but to no avail. I realized that upon it were strange white-yellow markings that seemed to glow in that sunless place where clouds formed from the ground. I easily gave up my endeavors to open it, suddenly afraid of the ancient horrors and secrets it may hold. I set it gently on the ground and left it with the sucking beast.
I walked further into the grouping of coral rocks and geysers rather than following my path. The trees became so tightly packed that I could hardly progress, having to force myself between them, breaking off chunks of coral and accidentally collecting masses of the writhing parasites on my clothes. After forcing myself through two such rocks I found myself in a clearing.
In the center of the clearing was a large, dark purple stone structure with arches cut into it. The stone structure was as large as a two story home, the arches leading into a shelter created by some form of intelligence. If only I knew then what a dark and evil intelligence it was that created such things. I crossed the threshold and found myself in a large open room with a pit in the center. Inside the pit was a geyser, but unlike those outside, this one spewed forth a clear and clean vapour that made the room around it warm and aromatic. In the shadows, I saw the silhouette of a man. He did not speak a single word to me, nor I to him. I felt safe in the odd room and the presence of the shadow covered man comforted me in a strange way I could not comprehend. He gestured for me to sit at a long rock slab made of the same earthy purple substance as the walls. Upon the slab were large silver dishes, each with its own fleshy, horrible looking food. I sat and instantly my mind was filled with flashing images:
A bearded old man shrouded in shadow, tending a herd of revolting half-human things that walk on legs twisted and adapted to walking on fours. These creatures wallow in the mud and feed on it with slurping sounds, coating their vile bodies in it. The old herdsman turns to me and I find myself back in the odd stone structure.
After that barrage of images, I had no doubts in my mind that those creatures, those half-formed and decayed mockeries of the human body, were what then sat at the table before me, offered as nourishment from an adoring host. I ate with the appetite of a mad man, ripping what I thought was the plump and bloated meat from a twisted and gnarled leg bone. Choking it down, little effort was spent on chewing and little time was spent on savoring the foul flavor.
After my abhorrent feast, I exited the home as nonchalantly as I had entered, leaving my host behind. I tried to find the path that I had left when I sought refuge in the forest, and see it beyond a current of deep green water. It foamed and sloshed along the mud banks, but was oddly still in the center. I thought of crossing the water to reach my path, and ultimately the goal of my exploring, the plateau, but was overwhelmed with fear and started to turn back. My path was blocked by the shrouded man and I stumbled back in surprise. I fell into the rushing foam. The green current carried me away, stinging my skin as it melted from bone. In the distance, I saw the plateau. I looked to the dark cloud above it and found it to stretch and fill my vision, all color and light fading to black.