Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

with sureness your step by stepping stones across the creek and under the
bridge, the troll pays the toll to travelers crossing over to the other side,
hearing tales of passages between distant lands, caravans carrying goods
to the sands of time falling grain by grain in an endless parade marching
down the streets of the city like a colony of ants speaks words to those
who can listen only to the sound of my voice, listening only to the sound
of my voice.”
Rob took another deep breath and looked around the room as people
here and there began to blink their eyes, a few yawning, like waking up
from a dream, and he asked, “Where are you?”
“I was in Japan, in Tokyo. There was a graveyard, and I used to go
there. I remember once, in the middle of autumn, the leaves were bright,
in the trees and on the ground. Everything was so vibrant, the colors
were so alive that I’ve never been able to get the image out of my mind.
An old Japanese man walked through the graveyard, peacefully sweeping
up the leaves,” Suzanne said, her eyes still closed.
“The top of a giant tower. I’ve set my sights on the very top where a
tremendous, overpowering light shines,” Alexi said, his eyes also
remaining closed. “There’s an incalculable geometric process…five sides
on the bottom giving way to six at the top, going through the entire
spectrum of color until it fades into that brilliant light at the summit. Yet
all the same, the entire structure is black, blacker than night can ever be,
and I feel absolutely lost looking at it. I entered at the bottom wearing the
robes of a Magus and holding a long staff, surprisingly adorned with a
cross at its top. Now, after having reached the top, I see myself in that
light, and I can’t bear it. The robes have been burned from my body by
the blinding light. I can’t tolerate his brightness, and now I’m falling,
falling to the very bottom…” His eyes opened slowly, and he looked out
the window, his fingers shaking, hunting for the pack of cigarettes deep
in his pockets, with a life of their own.
Creeping shadows, falling darkness, she is waiting for the sun…
Everyone else remained silent, preferring to stay in the place they had
found.
“Should we interpret what we saw and draw a contrast?” Alexi asked,
still looking out the window at the nearby road.
“No. Only you should interpret it. It’s a personal thing…” Rob answered,
hesitating, “your energy and mine…they’re opposites. When I
look in you, I see a darkness, or perhaps it’s an emptiness. It grows in
you like a hungry soul sickness. You create and you create, but find
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