Also today, it is my overwhelming pleasure to present - in equally scant numbers - a quantity of a small work (also leather bound and of the A5 proportion) given title Mythoplasm ex Somnus, boasting in excess of one-hundred pages. Being a collection of tales, reminiscences and statements, including many educative and explanatory woodcuts which in part, or in total relate to the Worlds of Dream and Sleep. Phrased in an eccentric, outmoded tongue, this volume is a must for all who enjoy the uncommon short, short tale and instructive diatribe. Narlavoteb, the Star Stones evolution, the environs of Sotogowa, all are looked into and explored.
~ The Mythoplas ex Somnus ~
".... it does be told of as that in the Keep of Wenzratotin, dark an' distant ~ withinst of that municipality of Tog Munthas ~ there does be an sealed an' fettered chamber, an' upon the far wall of that hushed compartment, chased into the living stone, does be the Mandala of The Sentinel Encincture, of which we do be led to believe as to be of an Gate. An' of which it does be told did be cut into the wall of that deep underground cell in ages past by Lontothot Xsohn hiself, as has been said, an' upon which, the keep of Wenzratotin did purposefully, in future-time, be so disposed. "Now, this may be an Gate to distant worlds; or it may not. This mayhap be an Door to the Audience Chamber of Kar Fos Talbith, or it may not. This may be an Passage to that Tabula de Profundis or equally, it may not. For of an truth, non do now exist who might explicate, for all as do pass therethrough, if Gate it be, do ne'er return, an' what secrets there seen, do there remain. "I might also discover to thee, as that the name Ranstanthiophol does be linked to that place, but further intelligence of that Vile Olden-One does not at this juncture be of mine liking to so give." ~ extract from, The Gravis Fabulae of Malrubius Koumsat (one of the many tales from the Mythoplasm)
~ On Sight of Them ~ I did have sight of Them, though I did but dream, an' in dreams, impressions do stand for more than what does be had by eye. An' in that sightless place did have the knowledge as that the Sons of Man did collude with Molluscan horde in imploratorial anthem. An' that anthem did have no recourse to respite, an' did so be without end, for that anthem did be eternal. But why does death be the culminant, an' the frigid chill of solar vacuity the only vision to remain? An' why .... upon awakening .... does this body be a'tremble .... an' that echoing anthem, now softened by unfathomed separation .... be still heard to ring?
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For all His many disparate an' divers attendances at pivotal historic events, no grand tales do be told of The Harbinger Nartep for it would seem as that the creature did ne'er be recognised, for whom, or what, He did so be. Let it be known, as that by His many contrivances, an' wiles of speech, an' capricious modes of delivery, so does He, of His own antithetic wise, so appear to each chosen recipient, in an variegate aspect of appearance. Also, never has this-one heard tell of, nor perused, an single documented account, setting forth any such message or word, thus conveyed. This, of itself, does pose of an many query, for it does gainsay of His character as Word Bearer. But also too, might this not be of the very essence of Him as that upon the revelation of any such message, the recipient does somehow remain insensible of the matter of the communication? It dost be the contention of many as that the Harbingers word does be devolved in some manner as does scarify of its import subliminally an' silently upon of the recipients awareness, an' with but scant recollection of the encounter to remain, with the recipient - or victim - being of the postulate as that the conveyed design does be of his own contrivance. Of this, I do think to be an truth. But again, in conclusion, we might not tell, for all we do have, by way of intelligence upon this subject, does be of what those few human recipients did record, an' these be not many at upshot, as has been said. Many questions does this-one posit, but as with all things pertinent to Them, scant few answers do be available for credible narration. An' so, when an tale does come to the fore, an' which does seem to refer to that specific character, much note does be took. So too, here. For whilst sparse of quantity, chronicled below are the few rare examples as that this-one does consider as holding some small scripula of truth abouts them; "It did seem to this-one as that an doore twix'd Yerth an' Aire did forme, an' an being to reach forth of golden limbe, to catch of mine hand, in cool embrace. "But I did shrink an' drop back, as extasie an' sinne, love an' pain did writhe of equal parts within mine breast so as that I might not recognise such as Divil, Angell or what there twixt ......." ~ from, 'Of That One Given Calling; Nartep'
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"Seek not .... lest ye find. "Speak not .... lest ye be answered." ~ Bathis
