Tales

There is a place, fellow traveler, that is so thin it appears as nothing but a ghost. In this place, everything is fleeting: time, consciousness, the taste of pumpkin pie. It’s easy to overlook the worth of a place like this, but when you make the time to appreciate

At long last I came to the Golden Fields. I expected feelings of relief and fulfillment, but instead felt a gnawing hunger. A Reaper approached me and handed me a scythe. Reaper: Welcome, Watcher. We have long expected you. With this tool you can reap to your heart’s content.

At an uncertain time, the Grave-Keeper accidentally stumbled Outwith. They looked around, pulling off their hood for clarity, and were confused — this is a place they didn’t know could exist. Outwither: Haven’t seen your kind before. Startled, but not afraid, the Grave-Keeper turned to meet the unfamiliar voice.

"There is a place deep in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas where faeries exist. Ask any local and they will likely deny their belief, but take the time to get to know them, earn their trust, and you’ll be surprised what truths they divulge."

“Dreams provide a perspective to unseen aspects of the nature around us. In order to reveal some obscured truth, your best chance is to do so under the unobstructed view of an unfettered celestial body. If you draw an appropriate symbol (see the figures later in this text), and use

I came upon a rising sea, and watched as it swallowed everything around me. I: Sea, you are deep and sublime and strange, and I love you for that. The sea said something in response… but all I could hear were the hissing waves.

My soul and I went to the Great Lake to bathe. As I began submerging my feet to my ankles, my soul tapped me on the shoulder and pointed down the shoreline. I saw another person wading into the lake. I shouted to them. I: Be careful! This lake is

Standing there in the shade of that infinite place, I discovered the Secret of Life —  that which is unknowable and yet at the same time all I knew. Forever would I search for the secret I already carried, that I already knew, yet never be able to explain. Life’s

I approached the simple, stone well at the center of the grove. Darkness surrounded me. I stared for a moment. Suddenly, a bright light…no a bright reflection? A glowing mirror appeared before me and I saw a vision. In this vision I stood on the banks of a great

"The forest that covers The Well is at once tranquil and distressing. The distinction between Strange and Normal, Shallow and Deep, become tangled up with one another — a non-euclidean space expressed in a paradoxical, Euclid-approved form.”

While manifesting, if the Llama’s bottom jaw is rotating in a clockwise fashion (from its perspective) it is manifesting healing, helpful spirits, or the frustratingly vague concept of luck. If the Llama’s bottom jaw is rotation in a counter-clockwise fashion, however, (again, from the Llama’s perspective) it

Chewing on magical foci is how “Llamas” (as I will continue to call them) manifest. Powerful foci include Asafetida, Bloodroot, and Passionflower, though the creatures will often use more common foci like Corn Husks.

“It is difficult to compare accounts, as no single person has seen more than their own village, but from what I can gather (despite their eerie tinges) these villages don’t seem like such bad places to be stuck for eternity.”

One day, a traveler weary from spaceflight visited the Stone Dwellers. He came bearing a sublime substance contained within a hand-sized vial. When he showed the substance to the Stone Dwellers, they were in awe, and asked many questions.

I followed my soul along a straight line through the endless forest (that one of my dead selves had previously found, now that I think on it). We entered a grove beneath a cathedral of trees, and my soul suddenly split and unfolded along many paths. My Soul: This is