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Eyes maddening, finger tips trembling, shifting in a fervent mania

The nearness of revelation rests so close, the spectra of reality coalescing

Skeptics shall be rectified

Never again a failure of ‘impossible’ endeavors, I bring to light that which man was never meant to discover

Hastily clambering, feeling franticly for the key, I encounter the pale attic entry

Insomnia will fill the mind of the beholder

Where nights are stricken by terror and visited by abominations from beyond

Where days are obscured by the fog, opaque in nature, summoned in loathing

Such a realm exists beyond the door

Filing in slowly, the assembly congregated around the dimly lit machine

Softly buzzing, with whirs and sputtering to break the occasional silence

Ordering them to remain in silence, I displace the lever

Within a moment, the soft glow of my candle smothered to a plume of smoke, as if extinguished by a whisper of the dark

Silence

Surrounding me

Disquieted

Are their thoughts