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 there did be of no light, for of an truth 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 atremble .... an' that echoing anthem, now softened by unfathomed separation .... be still heard to ring?
~ Inner Pages ~
"Seek not .... lest ye find. "Speak not .... lest ye be answered." ~ Bathis
