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I have stood silent, waiting for the summoned winds to slowly take away my

shape and carry me to the far ends of the earth. My eroded remnants binding in

an alternate world, overlapping the one that humans call their own,

though untraceable. The winds of By’gahl took me to his kingdom in the East.

On the back of his gigantic blackened wings I passed the rural pagan lands and

the mountains of

The dark Carpathian empire. During my time there I learned the tales of the

Vampyres and the hidden roads to the haunting one called Tepes, still cloaking

these lands in fear

And I met the spirits of all warriors, long forgotten, when I crossed the

Extensive battlefields hidden beyond an infinity of years

Willingly, the dead shared with me their vicious terrors and lusting fantasies

I absorbed their being, feeding my soul with their force. I had become what I’d

been taught. The winds of

Bheloth took me to the Southern domain. On the back of the tentacled horse

This liquid demon-king took me away. He taught me the tales of the Order of

Power

To which he had devoted his life, and proclaimed me all his might and wisdom

And I absorbed every detail of the knowledge into my mind

The monstrous horse rode the stars shining on the southern hemisphere and I saw

the beige

Deserts in which the Ancient Ones lay silent, never to be found by human kind

But I could see them as clear as diamonds, reflecting a surreal moonlight into

my eyes

And in a future nearby I would crush the Ultimate Gate awaking the statuegods

Clutching to the greasy fur of the hideous predator Gha’hap, I travelled to the

Frontiers of the West. Riding off when the sun was in the southern signs,

he was the one teaching me

The secret arts of the divine, and sciences of the macabre. From high above I

gazed over the lands

And waters of the western continent. I tasted the atmospheres of elder times

When the sun Ah Kinchil was more than a star for those races on the

mountaintops, and when its bridal moon was still

Considered sacred, the goddess named Ix C’up. But melancholy drenched my heart

in these times

Now buried, echoed through my head. The winds of Bthya’qual took me to the

North, where I tasted

The powers of violence and bloodshed. In the hypnotizing falls of the northern

lights I heard

The horn blown by the gods, to welcome our trespassing in the «lands of Odin»

My guide uncovered its gnarled grey teeth in my direction, its empty greenish

eyes

Staring at my face, and I felt the rush of a second disintegration

And on yet another astral plane I reassembled and travelled with the Norsemen

over the great

Wide open sea, to conquer lands across. On the back of Bthya’qual I rode the

Northlands and beyond

I have scaled the four sides of the globe and learned all there is to

Know. I know the fears and loves of the humanoid creation. And I know the same

of the divine

But still there are things beyond my reach…

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