Where Dream Meets Reality [22 Dec 2009|03:23pm] euthrecyti [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Nine Inch Nails - The Great Below ] I've always lived in my head, and I've always had a sanctuary that I'd return to over and over again. A darkened mansion on a cliffside over a long beach that stretches on, as far as the eye can see. On the other side of the mansion was a forested valley with great snowy mountains surrounding the valley. This is a land of perpetual cold and endless night. The only light of the world is the Moon and the stars, their light reflecting off of the white snow and the crimson waves of the blood ocean off the coast. All my life the mansion has been empty and barren. It's darkened stones growing more and more with cobwebs, dust and rust. The only light that can be mustered are the candles that I light within it's confines to allow me to read and dream in relative comfort. The mansion is cold and lonely. The only three occupants being myself, my raven who is my Eidolon, and my black grimalkin familiar, my Shadow. When I was young, there used to be all kinds of magic in this land. Faeries and will-o-wisps played in the forest in the valley. Great and majestic white wolves would hunt in the far mountain ranges. There were all kinds of creatures from dreams, even a great dragon that lived in a far-away mountain peak. Lately however, all of that is gone. The faeries have left for more magickal lands. The great and majestic white wolves have left and the dragon of the peaks has died and turned into dust. The only things that stalk the land are great black beasts that resemble more Hell Hounds than anything else. These are my fears and my insecurities summoned up by my Shadow. What was once an enchanted forest is nothing but a haunted wood filled with hallucinations and horrors. The great billowing mountains have become jagged teeth that trap me in and seperate me from my other dream-worlds. The stars in the sky have become blotted out by roiling clouds that are the precursors to a great storm on the distant shore-horizion. Out there admist the ocean of blood is a tempest...a calm before a torrential storm that will destroy my sanctuary with one solid gust. This is the apocalypse of my mind. It has been growing for years. ( The rest of the entry is here, it's long, so I had to cut it. ) post comment

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