Wednesday, August 02, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.214: Ungathered Dust

This somewhat unremarkable stone marks a site once sacred to Those Who Wait, and in times past the Horsingdon coven celebrated many wild and bloody rites about its fulcrum. It is said that the stone once gave shape to the monstrous form of one of those terrible Powers; but the universe grinds unceasingly on, operating to fixed algorithms wholly indifferent to anything which exists outside their sphere of pure, mathematical abstraction, such that whatever abyssal form was once enrobed in the stone’s ancient granite has since been reduced to a lonely ghost of ungathered dust - the inevitable fate of humanity and all its works - by the erosions of time.

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