The Illustrated Encyclopedia of an Imaginary Universe

Today I’m sick with fear. There’s a certain ungrounded paranoia that seems to be like a dull heat and throb beneath my heart. A fist of cold iron at the base of my stomach and my blood seems alive with unrest. I cannot explain why and I think this unwarranted paranoia does nothing but feed the growing fire with its own gory excrement.

Perhaps it is the events of last night and how I drove through the darkness into the kingdom of the uncertain towards what could be a most beautiful mistake. My resolve was shaky because I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I could not shake from my thoughts the vision of her beautiful spine, the notches through which would slip finger and tongue. How dangerous could this be, feeling my hands and chest lured into the satin folds of her silver dress that flowed like snakes defying gravity in a lonely wind and to push through the gentle mountains and into the dark but satisfying cynosure where a strange soul beats with a sparkling rhythm so strong it makes me nauseous with excitement.

Toes on outstretched feet creating concentric ripples in blacker water. Illumination from below that casts her in shades of ice, a beautiful feminine form rendered as the lonely planet surrounded by rings of shards at a gentle angle from her upright stance. With a slow sweep of her arm, she brushes away the rings, that fly in a slow determined arc out and away into the darkness.

And the water below refuses to dissipate.