now i must digress
to end this direst
upon those i impress
lend hand to the blessed...

"and the fragment remains of our memories
and the shadows remain with our hands
[...]
in your life, you may choose desolation"
("journeyman", iron maiden)

the following is a collection of six unheard,
unseen, unauthorized stories.
insight, knowledge,
ideas
which should be spread, coveted, acknowledged.

this is our story.

if you must read, let it be at your own risk
for after all...

t͘h̕e̴y̶'͜re̛ ̧w̨a̡tchi̛n̨g͘ ̵yo̕u͜
t͓͇̰̳͔̩he̠͚͈̦y͎̼̯͕̟'̬̲r̨͈̙̖e͔̫ ̝͍̙̫͔̪͈o̮͉n̫̹̻̜̯͈̜e̲͖͓̰ ̤̘͎̬̠͔̩s̼t͏͍̠̩̲̥̥e̘̯̰͇̫͠p̫̳̝͇̬͍̰͟ ̟͎̩ą̥͕̪̹̻h̗̲͓͉̮e̩̳̺̗a͠ḓ͍͉
t̮̝ẖ͜e͉̩̟̣y̤̙̜̭͎̩̻'̣͉̱̮̯̱r̟ȩ ̢̜a ̥̻̬̭p͚̯̺̘̭a̗͔̬r̦t̼̬͍͔͇̤ ̩̪o͕͇f̷̥̳͇̗͕̹̻ ̡̼y̙o̳u͏͎͎
a͖ͤ͐n̙̭̫͍̗͕̤̅̃̇̑̑̾͐d̷̰̫̯̋̅̒ ̛̒͂ͬ̎ͭͤ̌t̜h̪͇̹͎͖̜̰͆ͮ́̑̓̚é͊̍͑͏ŷ̮̲̼̥̫̂̐͐ͩ͠'͍͈͚̓ͧ̀̔̓̽r͚̯͐̇͜e̞͆ ̭̳͍̣a̪͎̞̩ͨ̑ͭͤlͬ̀͗̂̓͏w̹̫͍̦͈ͯͦ̓͝ȧ̱̳̎̏ͦ̚y̡̻̱̟̥̤̯ͮ͐̈̾͂š̺͕̗̲̤̱ͮ̊͊̀̀̚ ̣̳̬͊̔̎ͥͤ̑ͧî̥͖͈͔̓n̹͖͇̽͟ ̤̥̣͔̚͠y̢̥̒o͏̬̮̬̪̩ŭ͇̪̭͚̯͎̝͊ͣ̀r̦͕̻ͣ͐̀ͬ̈́̽̀ ̼̭͉̲̣̝ͬ͢ḩ̖̭͉̓̍̓͑ȇ̦̱̄ͬ́a̧͇͐d͊̀ͫ̆̄

(referencing "satellite" by nin)

~-~

"a blank canvas where life should have been. a collapsible reality
[...]
from the raining ashes, the smoldering ruins,
the sundered remnants of humanity
rose THE BEHOLDER,
and xe molded the stars between the tips of xyr fingers..."

(the Historicá: Vol. I, pg. 1132)