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Hellraiser: Dark Inkantations (Hemisphere Nine)

Hemisphere Nine: Leviathan Clouds

�Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.� - Lao Tzu

(Temple of Soledad, High Priestess of Leviathan)

At this depth, the laws of physics seem different.

Gravity seems like anti gravity, a knowledge that explains the impossibility of the structure:

Doors, black marble, three stories tall, swinging open slowly, casting monolithic shadows, leading to a walkway, framed by female acolytes on their hands and knees, basking in the midst of veils of swaying shadows.

Resplendent rays of darkness cut the air around her aura in razor blade edges, maneuvering exquisitely in adept aptitudes of the dark arts.

A series of steps rise to her throne of stone and a background of muted, grey and black clouds of Leviathan, whispering darkness within darkness.

The kneeling acolytes vibrate in her presence.

�Hello Susan.�

�Hello Pablo.�

Her voice is the synaesthesia of deep - space based, dark energy.

Soledad. �

I hear her name in the frequency of an otherworldly whisper, becoming an unraveling, geometrical mechanism of spell craft, cast in revelations of ink spills, as black as wombs of stars.

Her acolytes quiver at the sound of her voice, breathing in symmetrical contortions.

�Our work is thinning the veil between worlds and I have been reaching out to you.�

As she speaks, the clouds begin to come alive.