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Hellraiser: Dark Inkantations (Hemisphere Fourteen)
HEMISPHERE FOURTEEN: The Calling
“Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” - Leonardo da Vinci
(Underground Cloister)
A circulation of time bending energies, each burning into inverted candlewicks, spilling wax portals of dark visions, whispering extensions of spells that pull the imagination into previously unimagined worlds.
I drank from the chalice, drink after drink, each a complex, runic configuration of light and shadows.
How her blood flows in the soul.
Such visions.
Page after page.
The last of the blood-ink flows, the ink blot of a declarative mark, ending the final Lament Configuration, each directly whispered into existence by Leviathan, through the vessels.
And each having a personal guardian.
I gaze into the beyond.
The sophisticated music of chaos and order imprints into the fabric of the transitory, beating against the shores in relentless waves.
I look at my hands, sky gazing lines of destiny, like the curved stem of a flower of evil.
The Lament Configuration called out to me.
Had always called out to me.
Published 10th Nov 2022
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