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Hellraiser: Dark Inkantations (Hemisphere Eight)
Hemisphere Eight: Strange Magic
“The eyes are the amulets of the mind.”
― Bill Vaughan.
(Wandering The Catacombs)
With each footstep, I connected deeper to a force having an inescapable gravity.
Something leading me. Guiding me.
Somehow this all connected deeper than I realized.
Like my whole life was merely a singular truth, constantly reaching for the source.
Ample shadows pool into wombs of illusions.
And out of illusion a pale, voluptuous figure emerges, veiled in shadows, completely at her behest.
“Soledad.”
The color leaves Susan’s face, drawn into the inescapable gravity.
“High Priestess of Leviathan.”
* * *
Soledad glides through the catacombs, leaving a wafting brilliance of rotting meat and vanilla.
Flowing Priestess leather.
As it occurs to me that she knows we are here… Has known.
She enters my mind’s eye, walking toward me, as I simultaneously watch her roam the catacombs.
We are face to face, in a spontaneously manifested hemisphere.
Black, almond shaped eyes, inscribed with geometries of the further regions of experience.
A hypnotic sentience, shape shifting into dimensions of the unknown.
Published 4th Nov 2022
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5th Nov 2022 00:34am
Your description in this is amazing. How you convey what is in your
head onto the paper/screen is inspiring Cipher - no joke amigo.
Write on!!
Black almond shaped eyes!!! - love it
head onto the paper/screen is inspiring Cipher - no joke amigo.
Write on!!
Black almond shaped eyes!!! - love it
