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Hellraiser: Dark Inkantations (Hemisphere Thirteen)

Hemisphere Thirteen: Morose Longings

�All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.� - Edgar Allen Poe

(Roaming the Mansion)

Blu exits the catacombs, impervious to the hyperbaric shift, a traveler with a space suit of leather.

The leather has a texture of a dark dawn over bat wing cocoons, speaking monotongues.

Her stride is graceful-mechanical, an elegance that comes from being in tune with the music of the hemispheres, into the most forbidden of liturgies.

All beings undergo a constant flux.

* * � *

Jackie roams the hallways and corridors of the mansion.

A black couture hat with black veil, carrying an atmosphere of graveyards.

She comes upon a door�

Opening to the ghastly sight of a blood soaked, naked woman.

She tilts her head, remotely fascinated.

* � * � *

The room turns. �

Blu is standing in the corner of the room, lips silently speaking the language of menace.

�Hello. �I see you are an explorer with unique curiosities.�

Her voice begins to connect to the Leviathan Frequency, depths of her being surfacing in a churning awakening.

Jackie�s eyes gleam shadows, otherworldly gemstones.

The two creatures study one another, watched by upturned, infinity of anguish in the concave aspect of the naked corpse�s physiognomy.

�Just how far do your curiosities extend?� �Blu asks, genuinely curious.