“Son of
dream... Father of time I call you name!!”
“Son of dream father of time I call you name!!”
“Son of dream father of time I call
you name!!”
“Son of
dream father of time I call you name!!”
That way, goes
Lay’s mad scream to a Rat totem.
Very thin
he have turn, it been days, maybe weeks, sometime be past, he been neglecting
himself, life, family, opportunities. On
good and bad, Just focus on the magic, wearables weared out to loincloths so
long time he been crazy. Burned pots on skin, and bruises... --wonder how he
got them?
He live
rich that it seems, before the fall, on indoors nice baroque rugs and a carpet
the two-way- up staircase to an indoor balcony, it is just like in matrix
movie. But there is certain deterioration ongoing now mostly in his soul, but
also interior, but it is just symbolic what happens inside him. The obsession!
Walls and
floor and all books filled by that madding text... the magic oh. Dead campfire
spot middle of carpet dirty charcoals around the place. He went in a pen store.
Now even
long laid old text sometimes summons levitating magic symbol or two, not like on
the beginning when there were those just when it was fresh out off the
pen. So he is winning!!?!, figuring out
how the magic work.
The largest
concentration of levitating letters spiralling like small oddly dancing wind
around of big heap of notebooks, obviously because there is the most dense
gathering of the magic symbols on many layers, books have pages that lot of
surface to write, if wrote on walls that just one layer that smaller density.
I would
suggest; if he want the greatest amount the magic! He need write on really thin
paper, so then there can be very many layers of magic text, tight together it
like microchips they got smaller and smaller.
That same
cool way, is there rats? I mean same way as they letters come more prominent,
also he turn rat spirit worshipping maniac – I mean like slowly and
unwillingly. The cool way! Not even noticing it. All Signs of no choice, but a low
will power, maybe if he have resist more mentally, he wouldn’t go so crazy,
this newer be happened he would have job and a future.
Yes, same
ways the Rat come as the text come.
“I need a
good long sleep for my day job at tomorrow” He say, this was even before those
magic letters start happening three even before.
Noise from
outside:
-- “Rauh!* Rauh!*”(Dog bee barking.)
Lay:
-- “Oo!, the Dog from neighbour keep me awake! Hush
now!”
Another
noise, not dog:
-- “rattle*
rattle*”
Lay:
“And what
is that rustling, in walls? Where it coming from? I want sleep. No!.”
Then he
starts killing rats and squirrels tiny animals that he thing making nasty noise
at night, also look blood thirsty at the neighbour’s dog, but that odd
rattling, --the sinister feel, make him
more angry than the sparking ever. But little he know it dark scraping inviting
him slowly in whole new world also a whole new him.
Pesk like noises slowly get more clean they
turn “squeak-scratch”- like language, this while he writing more. And it noise
speak same:
-- “Wirite
wirite”
it was
quiet, but also more foreign and make no sense, but then it make more sense.
HE hear~~
-- “You must
make me real, I am you loyjal servant”
-- “awake me”
-- “I need a
new a body”
All those
rats he been killing, he have place them near the letter spiralling pile of notebooks,
he have small room formerly a cleaning closet whole turned a place of altar,
devoted to the spells.
the voice:
“I need a body about size of bagger.”
the voice:
--"invoke me
and I tell what you need to do, I tell more about the spells and you. Make me!
Bring me new body. I need fresh corpse about size of medium size dog or a
bagger. Bring me corpse of small animal and we talk more."
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