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“Within The Well lies an infinite landscape filled with forests and mountains. Many villages dot the terrain, yet the villagers of one village can never travel to the others. It is a stranger mystery still that each village can so easily access the Grove.”

The Grave-Keeper and I walked down long-forgotten halls made of a cold stone. I: What is this place? Where have you led me? Grave-Keeper: This is The Mausoleum. I: I’ve never heard of this place. Grave-Keeper: Few have. I: Why is that? Grave-Keeper: Here, one may find the Secret

Have you heard of the Seekers, fellow traveler? They venture out from a monastery that rests upon the Cosmic Shoreline seeking knowledge of the consciousnesses that share this universe. Once, one of these Seekers paid a visit to the Hill Folk. The Seeker: Hello. Celestia: Who are you? The Seeker:

I followed the Grave-Keeper across a line I did not know existed. Such a funny thing, the things that lie within our periphery — both inside and outside our vision. Before I knew it, we stood in a strange, stone place. This is where I found the Secret of Life.

“If you hold a piece of lightning wood in your right hand, special powers can be bestowed — for both healing and destruction. It takes a trained mind to recognize the difference between the two. Don’t EVER hold the wood in your left hand.”

In the witching hour, reality changes. Possibilities fan out like a beautiful flower. See, the mistake people make is assuming that hour is special, that things are solid in the else-time. Reality is — everything is a Rorschach.

I’m tired, I find myself thinking. It feels as though I’m half-passed dead. Turns out…I am. I have died. Not one of my selves. I. Have. Died. I: Is this the end? Silence fills my empty non-tomb. I hear footsteps, delicate and yet filled with power — a

“At the edge of the universe and at the center of your mind lies a bridge, a cosmic pathway hewn from stone and dark matter. Over the eons it has been called many names, but to those familiar with my work it is named: The Causeway. Very little is understood

Weird occurrences have become the norm in the not-so-quiet town of Harvest, Okla. The same town that endured the “llama incident” earlier this year has experienced yet another inexplicable phenomenon. Joni Evers, town resident and local mechanic, gives us her perspective on the event’s beginnings: “I first noticed something

I went up to the hills, beyond the constellations in the sky, to visit with the hill folk. I: I have a problem, hill folk, and I seek your guidance. Celestia: You’ve traveled a long way, Watcher. We’ll help if we can. I: I’ve lost my soul

People always hide their true selves, mostly from themselves. It’s my job to bury them. But “what does that mean?” I wonder to my self more often than I’d care to admit. When travelers pass by me on the road, they avert their gaze and walk faster. I

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Strange happenings continue to disquiet the small town of Harvest, Okla. Known for their high-quality corn exports and locally world-famous Papier-mâché Museum, the town has reportedly run afoul of unfortunate phenomena over the past year. The latest incident occurred last night in the cornfield on the west side of town.

“On the outskirts of the village sits a solitary Motel that is not, in fact, a Motel. Denizens should be wary of its allure. While answers can be found here, no one should, under any circumstances, reside or sleep within its walls.”

Andre Torres, a man who has been reported missing for nearly a week, has been found. He wandered out of the woods east of town where he was spotted by a local resident Saturday morning, who called in his appearance. Here is an excerpt from our interview with Andre: Interviewer: