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