Ferdinand Jensen Suicide Note: ‘If you are reading this you will have found my head splattered across the stairs of my consciousness. It is peculiar thing death – in my perception I will have woken up somewhere alien, yet old to me – for I have lived many times and I have yet to live many more … Read more
Letting the little bit of light that is in this place into my eyes I get up and think of the next experience I want. Having been still for so long the winding of the staircase has me deep in thought. There are so many doors that hold promise but I cant seem to align … Read more
The dream started with a feeling of awe – as if I were a bodiless being in cosmic existence being pulled at the soul into a physical body. As I manifested onto the pinnacle of a platform extending from the middle of a mountain I felt pain. Two devils were standing either side of me … Read more
Opening a glass door I am enlightened by a flood of light that does not seem to yield. As the the blinding light finally dies down and I lower my arm from my eyes I find myself in view of a giant statue with open arms, seemingly alien with its elongated head and elegant crown … Read more
Awakening to the open and lonely intermediate world I know as “the staircase” I feel rested, as if I had slept for 10 years. A sort of hibernation; it was exceptionally good for me, but I feel corrupt now. The seed of boredom has opened doorways in me that I fear are exceedingly difficult to … Read more
As night fell we were ready at the place of turning with the wells bubbling at the sides at the hedges forming a square with exits north and south. I was perched in a tree behind where the priest will be doing his ceremony before they leave. Footsteps are heard coming from the north corridor … Read more
In the following days I had some time to practice the assault and speak to one of the cultists they captured and tried their magic on. He was in a haggard state and still suffering nightmares, but feeling better every day. The potion had saved him from the drowsy state he had been in, always … Read more
The floral door lead into a jungle bordering the side of a mountain. I was on a sand path that seemed to have been taken quite a few times – the brush was cut away. I walked along for a few moments until I found that it was part of a network that ran in … Read more
Weeks passed and I think I made some progress, I can feel which doors make sense to go through, which items to pick up, what to eat and where to sleep. I am developing this sense for what to do. Another thing I have noticed is that I do not feel alone anymore, not entirely, … Read more
Having broken inside, I need to rebuild myself. I summon all the optimism within me and realize that there is no way out besides a slow churning that will hopefully and eventually let me be rid of this place. I don’t know how to succeed, like before, all my self-confidence has been taken from me … Read more