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With a white flash the blackness succumbs Like a shadow facing the sun At once I see you lying there on the cold stone floor With a hollow light emitting from your body -Everything was moveless and quiet Like the moment when a wildflower conquers the stone. Suddenly A cry of a thousand birds fills the void The light flickers And the world starts to tremble But not by its own nature -Something unnatural had begun. A deranged scream was heard So loud and so terrifying that every creature in all of the realms felt an overwhelming fear Even The Nameless Things of The Dark -It was a scream of pain, terror and agony The Lord of Mysteries had been wounded. Deep. As his protective dark gloom could not withstand the white flare The seal was broken And the essence of all the twisted dreams he had consumed over the ages was gushing out all over the floor In the colours of a billion fantasies He could not stop this, as much as he tried For he did no longer had the power to contain The Pure It had started to reclaim his cursed soul Thus for the very first time in memory He was terrified -The Parasite had been infected by its own prey. I’m standing there Petrified of what my eyes had witness Yet in this desperate hour In a heartbeat, my body moved on its own
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
Lucid Dreaming (Part.4)
With a white flash the blackness succumbs Like a shadow facing the sun At once I see you lying there on the cold stone floor With a hollow light emitting from your body -Everything was moveless and quiet Like the moment when a wildflower conquers the stone. Suddenly A cry of a thousand birds fills the void The light flickers And the world starts to tremble But not by its own nature -Something unnatural had begun. A deranged scream was heard So loud and so terrifying that every creature in all of the realms felt an overwhelming fear Even The Nameless Things of The Dark -It was a scream of pain, terror and agony The Lord of Mysteries had been wounded. Deep. As his protective dark gloom could not withstand the white flare The seal was broken And the essence of all the twisted dreams he had consumed over the ages was gushing out all over the floor In the colours of a billion fantasies He could not stop this, as much as he tried For he did no longer had the power to contain The Pure It had started to reclaim his cursed soul Thus for the very first time in memory He was terrified -The Parasite had been infected by its own prey. I’m standing there Petrified of what my eyes had witness Yet in this desperate hour In a heartbeat, my body moved on its own
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
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