Monday, December 20, 2010

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"I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism—there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permits of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking. From those blurred and fragmentary memories we may infer much, yet prove little. We may guess that in dreams life, matter, and vitality, as the earth knows such things, are not necessarily constant; and that time and space do not exist as our waking selves comprehend them. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon."
By H. P. Lovecraft

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Untranslatable Signs

How does one translate a language composed of overlapping planar-fragments set into contra-rotational orbital relationships that store information in the patterns of decay-interactions within a nested series of unstable accretion fields surrounding a synthetically orchestrated network of baryonic-scale wormholes?


The answer to that question might hold a great deal of significance for those Powers and persons trapped by the strange mechanisms at work within the Great Ring.


Not all who come to Zalchis necessarily wish to stay for the end of everything.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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"I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory."
Andre Breton

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Prologue

All the safe and normal assumptions are thrown out the window with Zalchis.  The universe is collapsing, the suns are going out. The end of the world is already over and all that's left is less than a thousand years until the great big black hole at the center of whatever is left finally swallows the bits and pieces of wreckage, debris and ruins that make up the Great Ring.  Life in Zalchis is grim, the kind of grim more in line with decapitation than with a paper-cut.  Nasty, brutal and short only come about half-way to describing life in Zalchis.  Death is not the worst thing that walks astride the broken remains of a thousand-thousand shattered worlds.  Fear doesn't carry the same nerve-killing charge any longer.  Doom is at hand.  But there are those who fight against the final dying of the light.  And there are those who seek to bring on the darkness once and for all.  Which will you be?