Description
The fierce, the satanic, the primal, the perverse, the wild, the possessed, the supernatural, the fucked, the intoxicated, the chilling, the mournful, the nightmarish, the near-silent, that from which there is no return.
It's advisable to look at the things that happen at the Black Lodge obliquely. But we won't. We'll go from savage drugged fever to pure sonic darkness, in which the demons feast on creamed corn, pain, and sorrow. And if you're wondering about that echo-haunted, pulsating sound, the sound infused with inexplicable footsteps and silence, it's time going backwards, slowly, laboriously, and painfully, like it does when one's soul is trapped.
You want to know me? Do you? Do you *think* you want to know me? You'll wake up from this narcotic dream just *not* to know. Some dreams are more terrifying than reality and what wakes up the dreamer is the unbearable reality surging up within them. You'll wake up in order not to know.
Artwork: Lurking Shadow by Brett Amory
