In the dreaming city

In the dreaming city, beyond the unfathomable realms, rest the sprawling pit of never-ending despair.

From this pit, beyond comprehension, an eternal dirge, devastating, beautiful, spews forth, without pause, relentless, eternal, dreadful, enchanting.

Those who hear, see nothing, those who see, die. Those who refuse that which cannot be denied, suffer.

Suffer, pain, madness and dreams.

Dreams of slithering, twisting, writing, corrupting, endless, void-bound horror.

To hear, to see, to voice, is to lament forevermore.

About Ragnarokz

I am the Managing Director of the Balfour Institute of Internet Culture, and one of the world's foremost experts on the cultural phenomena of the Internet.
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