Chapter 1 

I never saw one hideous face but many strange and eerie forms. Oh you goddamn forms, I used to think I see you despite myself. It was curious the way a form would emerge as the softest seeing thing imaginable and then would become this awesome beast of a thing (and this was without sound) cutting through me as though I had no substance. I guess I didn’t have substance but I had something. And this form would slice through with impunity, sometimes I would think they were a light year from top to bottom and with a dreary light dripping through them and cuts here and there like some wild guy had taken a cleaver and bashed the damn thing. It would linger. I knew it had consciousness. I knew it was aware of me. It passed and then seemed to disintegrate in the void. Oh please, creator of this thing, tell me what that was! That was a plea I thought but didn’t speak out hoping some mighty voice would belch out the answer.

A kind of chaos would emerge from time to time and delight me with vivid colors.

A solid thing could be solid or a mirage; it went both ways depending on a few factors. If there was something approaching beauty to the solid thing I would explore it and see what games were popular and how they built things. Many science fictionalists had given it a pretty good go but they couldn’t have possibly known of and depicted what I saw. Some structures were a thin ray of light. Some structures were a ball of gas that kept rolling around the surface. Some had structures that were kept around simply because the beings enjoyed them but would disappear when they all slept. It made perfect sense once you got a lay of land why the beings looked as they did. One place was a fiery hellish place and the beings were all slender pods of water. And on the place of all water, the beings were rectangular firebrands. Some had no need of communication and, had they been capable of it, would have laughed at the communicating beings. They darted around quickly.

David Eide
January 24, 2014