Secrets of the Wilderness

Forbidden Findings

Neath the twin moon's soft glow and the chilled, nightly tempest brushing past my skin, I journeyed through sylvan woods in lands untouched and unexplored by man. The branches amongst the pines swayed slowly and somberly in the wind as the stars lambent beautifully and thoughtlessly within the dark cerulean void. Such a sight is one many have taken for granted, and many more whom have never been blessed to witness.

As I continued meandering through the umbrous woods, an alien sight was bestowed upon me after traveling down to the base of the hill and into the lush overgrowth below. The unmoving roots and hanging vines separated me from the monolith within the clearing. The thorned barbules that hung from above pierced and excoriated pieces of my skin with every step and forced an ululation of agony out of me as the bushes became denser and more suffocating. Soon, my scabrous body departed from the malefic greenery with red atrament leaking from my scars. I once again glanced upwards into the empyrean realms with the cyclopean monolith in view. With my many lacerations continuously oozing red fluid and my noddle still spinning from the pain and adrenaline, I continued forward.

I could sense the dark puissance the closer I became and gradually realized more and more as its stygian nature unveiled itself within my presence. The shape, the carvings, and the hieroglyphs that festooned its chassis made its atavistic existence all too clear. Before I could even manage to touch it, my mind swirled once more, and I fell to my knees, seemingly bowing to the embodiment of such ineffable iridescence that stood undisturbed. My eyes could not help but stare heavenward toward the tenebrous amalgam of malign and cacoethes. It wasn't long until my folly had been actualized, and the hubris I carried throughout this peregrination of unending desire came into light. For the first time, the nescience that filled my mind prior to this discovery was as clear as glass: seamless, yet reflective. As my vision deluded into phantasmagoria, its true form was finally revealed.

A vestige of antediluvian horrors and an aeon with a noisome sheen was forced into my sight; An arcadian effigy that was cloyed in a nacreous veneer was filled with eschatological verity that was, by no means, veridical. Its recondite form wriggled mindlessly within the heavens before my consciousness began departing, and I laid motionlessly on the cold soil below. I could feel my body grow cold as my auriculars detected a faint susurration of blasphemy from the unsanctified realms this horror I have discovered was native to. These whispers became a canticle from creatures that originate beyond the ken of common man along a plane of existence perpendicular to my own. These intonations filled my psyche as my mind faded into obsolescence and turned the lingua that rang within my ears into nonsensical blabber my brain could not interpret. However, as wraiths and boggarts of many kinds began grasping at my soul whilst my sense of awareness became nadir to its erstwhile self, the aeon with its chthonic presences portent to something that is yet to come within my lifetime. Then, the gloaming sun arose from the horizon and repulsed the looming spectre that desired to ensnare my quintessence and allowed me to rest peacefully as my vessel basked within the light of the shining sun.