TDV 39: Stumbling Upon PreteritionMarch 26th, 2009 by Sharkchild
There are dismissed places—not forgotten or invisible—but ignored without refrain. The devils of these domains are so vibrant that beings of any awareness trick their minds to see right through them, or around them—anything to succeed with avoidance. Nightmares are detrimental, but to gaze into these aces of sinister rule is to gaze at life tangled in the shards of splintering dread.
Odd might be the first word used to describe the terrains of such places. Different, bizarre, fantastical—these words work fine as well. But the topographies are only a warning—an alert to the unfortunate as to what comes if lingering turns to loitering. The Princes of Unnamed Horror are not for eyes to see, ears to hear, or mouths to taste. They are the overlooked, the repulsive, the shameful, and the blemishes of the most wicked existences. If only the act of their dismissal had the power to make them disappear. But such hope matters not—I stumbled upon them.
(Listen to the rest)