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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE TWENTY TWO]
HEMISPHERE TWENTY TWO: FALLING INTO FLYING
“I think I dreamed you into life” – Savage Garden
(ROBERT’S ROOM)
Down the steps, into a large, strobe lit room, with the sliding door of a walk out basement, Robert reaches his subterranean lair.
A motion sensor activates ambient sounds and mist, filtering into the flickering strobe light.
Through a doorway, his room is cool to the surface of the skin, a chamber.
In the corner of the room, a sphere circulates waves and waveforms in tentacles of electricity.
On the wall, over an occult bookcase, is a word, written in blood:
FEAR.
His moniker.
Robert removes a kaki jacket, with many pockets, followed by a hoodie and a long sleeve, button up shirt, putting them all on hangars, which sway, accentuating the parchment in the jacket pocket.
* * *
Fingertips, through cut up, black gloves.
A poem and a seal.
A signature, in a script, having the elaborate nature of a labyrinth:
Cipher_O.
Robert falls into the waves of his waterbed, a ship with a parchment sail.
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