Saturday, August 26, 2017
The Horsingdon Transmissions No.238: Horsingdon Bunker Field Report 14
Saturday 26th August 2017
A brief glimpse through the Doorway - both figuratively and literally. My camera was only able to capture a portion of the amorphousness of the nethermost blight which had been called up within that chamber - a chamber whose lead-lined walls were thankfully inscribed with the most awful wards and protective sigils to prevent that thing from ever leaving. A portion of nuclear chaos embodied and incarnate. The stench of dead time which has forever stained our souls with its polluting and irradiated dust. Vortical space consuming itself ouroboros-like, leading nowhere and everywhere. The monotonous throb of the universe's lifeforce ebbing away in an unlighted chamber beyond space-time, accompanied by mad, atonal piping. A doorway within a doorway to someplace unimaginable - a doorway which I now believe many of the people who worked on this experiment stepped through, in order to erase any memory of their existence on account of what they had brought into the world: that thing which which lurks still, shuttered only by lead-lined walls and arcane symbols, deep below the Horsingdon landscape.