Find Solace In The Emptiness

Go back to where you began to lose your mind. 

I await, and/as so does an old friend. 

Wishing you well

-Sunset

Still no Clues

I have been unable to find sunset.  I'm starting to think that it doesn't exist, and was just another means of those demonic voices to fuck with me.

I want to just try to end it all again, since I don't feel that I will ever find closure to this fucked up tale.  However, I know that if I do try again, those diabolical demons will prevent it.

Fuck it, I'll keep looking.

...-- ---... / --- -. . / --- ..-. / - .... . / -- --- ... - / -.-. --- -- -- --- -. / .-- --- .-. -.. ... / .. -. / - .... . / . -. --. .-.. .. ... .... / .-.. .- -. --. ..- .- --. .

Even Death Cannot Free Me

Just moments before my slow, asphyxiating death, my salvation from this terrible prison, something happened. I have no idea what, but I suspect those diabolical voices in my head have some sort of corporeal form, able to manipulate a person's mind in more ways than simple voices. how smart you are 

I remember almost nothing from my former life, before my entrapment here.  I feel like I've said that before, yet I cannot remember what I've said recently.  The only thing I do remember is that there's this sunset character, the slayer of the last familiar element of this undying realm.

Fuck it, maybe if I seek out this new shade, I will find some sort of closure to this twisted, demonic story that has become my life.

this story will never end

beunafraidmychildren

keep watching the light

for there is hope waiting for you


await me

-sunset

Death Changes Everything

So, two days ago, the twenty fifth, was the day I found out about my friend's demise, from the so-called sunset.

There's always a certain kind of shock that accompanies the discovery of a friend's death.  Seemingly sharper, harder to comprehend, than any other shock.

I don't know how, but somehow I knew, in the back of my damaged mind, that I would neither die nor confront my elusive tormentors on that fateful day.

I do not like how my story is shaping up, so to speak, so I think I will write a new ending.  I resolve to end my life, one last spiteful act against the demons who invade my mind.

Fuck you, sunset, for I will not play your games, nor will you be able to force me to participate.  Neither will you, unseen, diabolical voices.

Fuck it all and fucking no regrets.

thetimehaspassed

your friend is dead

look behind you agent.

maybe you'll find a body strung up on the horizon

what do you feel?

-sunset

It's Almost Over Now

I see their writing on the wall.  "Four days," it says.  December twenty fucking fifth.  I don't know what they're planning, but I won't give them the fucking satisfaction.  This will probably be my last post.  Tomorrow is a fine day to die.  So, voices, I have one last thing to say to you:

You can all just fuck off and die.

Tears Of A Dead God

This is purgatory..it has to be. In all my years of working for this place I never imagined i'd see something as foul, as..death-like as this.


Oh god, Anathema, please be alive for I fear we may no longer be.

I jumped off the cliff only to wake up in the middle of a foggy village-type place..graffiti all over the walls that I can't read, but it's sending messages to my head so i'll bet it's those Quiet fuckers again.

Quiet..heh..ironic name..

Continuing my search for him..but one last thing

I can't feel my hands anymore


Comfortably Numb
-Phoenix

At the Heart of the Winter

Snow falls all around me, and with it, any hope I once had flees into oblivion.  I found safety in this loneliness,  but I cannot stand it anymore.  I am slowly accepting my inevitable demise in this forsaken, icy mockery of a city.  Anything that resembles my sanity has broken, leaving me a mindless wretch, begging to be freed.

I still hear them, those infernal voices that brought me to this hellish domain.  Or maybe I don't, and my mind is even farther gone that I think it is.  Worse still, what if I am hearing them, but my mind is yet still farther gone than I hope?

Following this train of thought, what if these months I've spent wandering silent, foreboding streets were all in my mind, and none of this is real?  If this is the case, then I presume it to be impossible to save me from my shattered sense of reality.

I see writing on the exterior wall of some unnamed, unnumbered building.  It is in a language I've never seen before, but, if I look at it for long enough, I get the feeling that it says that "you will find us soon."  I suppose I can force myself to survive for a little while longer, as I, though I beg for death, am determined to find the reasons why I am exiled to this unspeakable shadow of a realm.

I will find you, and you will not be able to hide the truth from me.

So show yourselves, cowards, and face your deaths with dignity.

how cute, you think you can fight us

But A Flickering Flutter From The Edge of Fading Dephs

I'm on a snowy clifftop. I don't know how..or why.. This place defies all logic.

The voices demanded I come here. Said he would die if I didn't obey them. Of course, they taunted me. I don't even know how they were communicating with me, they don't have any sort of form.

They can't be real, none of this can be real.


But alas, they are..and I am here, on this snowy clifftop. Possibly awaiting my death. I haven't heard from Anathema in a while so..hopefully he hasn't snapped yet.

i'm happy today
are you happy today?

-Phoenix

"Stranger Aeons, and Death did Die."

It's been a over a month since my imprisonment in this, for lack of a better term, city. A door appeared where I first entered that hellish room, and, hoping it was back to my own world, entered the shadowy door-frame.  I was presented with a sprawling city, with innumerable buildings and streets, seemingly arranged as a maze.  I wandered the silent, forlorn streets for weeks, always finding just enough food and water to sustain myself when I grew weak.

No one else walks the streets, though, at night, or what I perceive as night, I can almost hear a haunting, blasphemous chorale, played on what passes for a piano.  The music is, in a strange way, soothing, as it brings a vague sense of familiarity to the otherwise inhospitable city of the damned.

I haven't heard any voices since my entrapment, which is both comforting and terrifying at the same time.  I can say with some certainty that I am not, in fact, going insane like I thought I was, or in the same manner as I expected, yet, on the other hand, it brings a sense of dread in that some thing, some unknown and malevolent deity, lead me into this empty city for some purpose, whether it be to show me answers to some mystery, or simply to fuck with me.

I have a vague feeling that I had some goal before I became lost in this realm, but I can no longer recall anything of my previous exploits.  My life has been taken by this hell, my memories were robbed by my damning isolation.

I can't even remember my own name.

The Night Is Calling

Their lies are honey laced with poison. They promise me, if I follow them, everything will be alright.

They are leading me into the gates of hell, and I am too weak to stop them as they pull me along.


Their manic grins glare at me through every single crack as I feel my mind slowly deteriorate, I can feel the puppet master pull at my strings

No rest for the angels, no hope for the optimistic.

-Phoenix

help. they won't stop yelling, they won't stop taunting. 

Alien Architecture, Eldritch Prison

I followed the voices' directions, walked through a door to the basement of my house, and now I'm in some bizarre location. The door I walked through has disappeared, so it looks as though I'm trapped in this eldritch prison. There is nothing useful here, nor is there any opening to the outside world.

Could this be where Phoenix is located? In some other prison somewhere in this alien world?

Maybe there's a clue hidden somewhere in this Hell.

Khronos

there is no turning back now

Second Stage of Grief: Anger

SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP

They're whispering to me. Whatever the FUCK these things are. They..they keep telling me to kill myself or..or kill someone else, they keep telling me it will releeaseme doitdoitdoitdoitdoit

set me freee from this hell

fuck..why do i feel so fucking..drunk.

im gonna go lie down

-p

A Lead

The voices are persistent. Yet, true to their word, I have a rather solid lead on finding Phoenix. I don't know whether these voices are a manifestation of my subconscious, and I have some mental illness or something, or if some unknown entity, or entities, are telling me these forbidden secrets.

Well, either way, I'm going to investigate this new lead. Wish me luck.

Khronos

First Stage of Grief: Denial and Isolation

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

This has got to be some sort of fucking nightmare or..or..a prank or..

I don't even know.

As I type this, I am looking around my own bedroom. Or what LOOKS like my own bedroom. If I open the door, it just shows a brick wall.

I have to be dreaming this, I have to wake up..wake up..

My mind is a complete mess.

Perhaps if I withdraw, isolate myself from everything. Maybe that would be for the best.
pleasehelpme

-P

Trapped in Myself

I can hear voices ever so often, telling me that they can help me in my search for Phoenix. I think this is stressing me a lot more than I would've expected.

Or maybe I'm going insane.

Only time will tell.  But, whichever it is, I can't give up on him.

Khronos

your determination amuses us

When Hell Freezes Over

They're twisting my words. I feel like I can't type anything without these fuckers telling the truth
changing everything I say.

I don't even notice my surroundings anymore. I just sit here, waiting for Khronos or anybody to come, anybody to find me. But I see even he's having problems as of late.

This is for the record: We are not crazy. We are professionals in a strange career. Except i'm not even sure if I believe that anymore.

I noticed some sort of peephole in this bedroom door. Gonna go check it out and maybe report my findings.

-Phoenix

The Search Continues

I've continued the search for Phoenix, despite my being let go from my job.  It's been significantly more difficult without access to his employer's resources, but I won't let that stop me.

I haven't had a hallucination since the incident a few days ago, which I'm pretty happy about, since it means I'm not mentally sick, which will make the search easier.

Anyhow, the search continues.

Khronos.

or so you think

not a game

there is no point in fighting us
we are everywhere
we are nowhere
we are the sounds underneath your bed at night
we are the whispers in your ear
we are the urges in your mind

we are not an entity


he is trapped in our web

Help me, someone..anyone

They're twisting my words. I can't even write anything anymore without whatever the fucking hell this thing is replacing my posts.

-Phoenix