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Hedrons

I followed the voice. It told me exactly where to go, although its exactness was quite questionable. It was communicating in strange archaic language and clearly it was mad in some way. It is also wrong to call it voice, because there was no sound at all. Not even in my head as some would think, thinking of me as of some lunatic, but I can swear that I was not me at all. At least... I think it was not. The voice called himself artisan of minds. Grand schemer. That he was deity of past. But who would trust him right? Nerzhumekch’lyaran, that is how he asked me to address him. He was truly a stranger. Yes, he was stranger, at least that is what I am sure off. He was not of my mind.

The sight… Breathtaking sight. How thought? Traveling was indeed quite strange. Who would ever think that it is possible to get from one solar system to other, witness stars born and die, plains of squirming life, ponds of red ichor in the vacuum of space just by walking?

Now I found myself standing on top of small rock reaching out of blanket of sand, looking at path of stone in middle of strange valley, which I presumed to be a million years old. Located in middle of endless plains of sand known as Sanguine desert. Reason for this name remains unknown to me. Or It was unknown to me until I stepped into small stream of blood. Where did it originate from? I followed it, ignoring the voice and then I found the valley.

Truly miraculous sight. It was like a city. Or more accurately perfect natural formation. But it reminded me of some strange abandoned city. Perfect blocks, white yet flickering with colors. Like if oil was spilled at their sides, never to stop to swirl. Every block was massive, tall few dozens of meters and similarly wide. Some were taller and some were wider. All giant. But what was truly horrifying about them were those edges. That material… They were still perfectly sculpted or formed. All of them were sharp without a single defect which is surprising to constant sandstorms.

Strange… song… voice is clearly afraid…

What kind of otherworldly material is that? After short inspection I realized it is no material. Touch, flight, awakening. Stupid idea… Wall formed out of… own dimension? Each of these perfect walls, indestructible barrier of cosmic machinations. What is strange then is the fact, that the blocks themselves bear markings of damage. Base of each one of them eroded by endless streams of sand that flow across the valley. From beyond the damage pour the rivers of blood. Song… My sight flickers, mind disturbed. Blood? Flesh? From beyond the damage can be indeed seen fungus like tissue, tendrils reaching out into the valley. But the damage… It doesn’t really seem to damage at all, as there is some pattern in it. But why the blood then? And why the flesh? Is it city? Or are those shells of some unfathomable creatures, hiding behind peel of bend time and space. These beings only lie on the surface in the valley, waiting for… for what actually? What are they waiting for? Or are they just lethargic, waiting for the end to come? Clearly, their intention will remain hidden.

THAT SONG!! I came next to one rather small creature. There were many sizes of them, from massive titans reaching miles in the sky to small just few centimeters in height. Yet even these small spawns had the repulsive potential. My chosen one was about 5 meters tall. At one side, at the base it had small egg-like boulder. It took me few minutes to realize that it is connected to it and is in fact its head. While it had no eyes, it was clear it perceived me. But how? That song intensified. Cacophony of different whistles, background of electrical tones. How? I noticed my nose bleeding. The creature turned the head towards me. It had no eyes. But I could look into them!! We now stared at each other. How long? When I came back to myself, I was told it was few days. Voice was clearly annoyed by this hindrance. Suddenly I felt that whole valley is staring at me. Or not at me? At something that is in me?  The voice… It screamed, it begged, but it was given no mercy at all. Shortly it was gone. And I found myself in front of the centre of the valley. In front of me… Massive sphere. It was clearly of the same origin as the blocks, but this was sphere. It was massive. If it was hundreds of miles in diameter I can’t really tell. How didn’t I see it before? This valley has to be massive. Song. Incomprehensible yet… soothing. Message of compassion, understanding. I was at some rocky formation few kilometers in front of the head. It looked like massive mountain from here. Song… Compassion… Understanding… Peace…

Wind plays lazily with the sand, slowly changing the dunes in little game. Streams of light dust high in the sky, heavier particles running like ants just above the surface. Eye pleasing mosaic of sand, like trail of thousand serpents. Rock is way too stubborn to join the game, but is eager to have a look and cheer as others engage in entertainment. Running sand, flying dust. Rocky plateau, bunch of old rags, few of withered  decrepit bones.

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Nonsense in the sky

Deep dark noise rhythms in the blackness of night. As harmony slowly breaks into cacophony, heart throbs in same way, following the instructions of otherworldly powers. As one by one, stars appear on the ceiling of the land, they flicker, like blinking eyes, almost as if they desired to give us the evidence of us being observed. As they move in constelations, far quicklier than before, now finally arriving and forming what was never witnessed and what was always about to come.

Showing the fact of not being alone, broadcasting message of absolute dominance. Chaotic dance, mere sight at it tears the barriers of mind one by one, letting the spirit to escape freely. Madness envelopes all. Yet not only mortals, but also the ground itself shakes, reacting to the call from beyond. Minds and bodies torn, saved from the suffering of flame, breaking and then ultimatelly freezing emptiness of the void.

Deep dark noise rhythms, laughter and scorn of the stars!! Fear it!! For it arrives!!

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