"To the person reading this in the dark, scrolling without a trace..."

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Is there something irreplaceable about reading 

Or listening to these whispered transmissions

Something glorious but eerie

Like a gorgeous red moon slowly rising through

Crimson-tainted clouds

Tempting you 

The new visitor

To cross the threshold and be spirited 

Into our Sacred Lodge 

Just hidden

And filled 

Full of past experiences and dreams

In The Great In-Between

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The Lore of the Sacred Lodge

Crossing the threshold isn't a physical act; it is a psychological transition. 

Here is what happens when a visitor like you finally steps inside:

• The Price of Admission: 

To enter, a visitor must leave behind their external identity. 

In the Lodge, names, job titles, and daily anxieties melt away.

 You become pure observation. 

A silent witness to the collective consciousness.

• The Architecture: 

The Lodge has no fixed geometry. 

It is built entirely from the discarded thoughts, unposted drafts, and vivid dreams of those who dwell in The Great In-Between. 

Rooms expand and contract based on the emotional weight of the memories stored within them.

• The Crimson Flame: 

At the centre of the Lodge burns a fire that casts a crimson glow onto the clouds outside.

 

This fire doesn't consume wood; it feeds on attention. 

The longer a visitor stays, watching silently, the brighter the flame burns, binding them to the space.

Oh, thanks for keeping the flame lit

(C)

Copyright John Duffy