Amiel
2011-03-02, 01:42 AM
The Lamentable Stair
It is said the Unending Staircase is not truly infinite; in its course throughout the infinite realities, it winds against and warps upon itself, affecting the illusion of vast dimensionality. This is evidenced in the tremendous contortions and illogical meanderings of the various satellite stairs the Staircase projects around itself like a great web.
Time bends in the wake of this compression and unknowable realms are anchored to minuscule platforms. To uncoil, to straighten these stairs is to unravel time and reality itself.
A seemingly unending series of steps descends from a black door on a little travelled section of the Staircase. Hearsay suggests these stairs are unwaveringly straight, for no visitors have survived that which festers upon this stair.
Recovered Sensoriums, retrieved with great cost and at distance, articulate a great crushing depression that twists about the heart and the mind like a vice. The recordings are incredibly dark, as if light itself flees that which lurks upon this stair; not more than 10 feet is illuminated by various light sources.
Crying, pleading and sobbing permeate these recordings; lengthy suppositions are undecided as to whether the sobbing is a result of the despair effect and produced by the visitor or a condition of the stair. It is only known that the crying and pleading is carried out by an external thing and contingent upon visitation.
These archives also suggest that visitors to this stair are observed; vocalisations record visitors feeling incredibly uneasy, as if being watched. Fleeting glances out of the corner of eyes imprint a pale, featureless face upon the psyche; a memory that is affixed on the visitor.
The sobbing, pleading and crying become progressively louder though paradoxically more distant as visitors progress down the steps. And the haunting image of the face becomes more frequent.
Some archives abruptly end as a low moan overtakes the recording, while others seem blessedly free of this disturbance. As visitors descend, they become increasingly fearful, muttering vagaries of conversation and slowly rocking as they walk, run or scream down the steps.
Beyond 665 steps, visitors vocalise an intense fear that threatens to stop their heart. Recordings are inexplicably irretrievable after the 666 step is taken.
WhaT iS UPoN thE STaIR?!
It is said the Unending Staircase is not truly infinite; in its course throughout the infinite realities, it winds against and warps upon itself, affecting the illusion of vast dimensionality. This is evidenced in the tremendous contortions and illogical meanderings of the various satellite stairs the Staircase projects around itself like a great web.
Time bends in the wake of this compression and unknowable realms are anchored to minuscule platforms. To uncoil, to straighten these stairs is to unravel time and reality itself.
A seemingly unending series of steps descends from a black door on a little travelled section of the Staircase. Hearsay suggests these stairs are unwaveringly straight, for no visitors have survived that which festers upon this stair.
Recovered Sensoriums, retrieved with great cost and at distance, articulate a great crushing depression that twists about the heart and the mind like a vice. The recordings are incredibly dark, as if light itself flees that which lurks upon this stair; not more than 10 feet is illuminated by various light sources.
Crying, pleading and sobbing permeate these recordings; lengthy suppositions are undecided as to whether the sobbing is a result of the despair effect and produced by the visitor or a condition of the stair. It is only known that the crying and pleading is carried out by an external thing and contingent upon visitation.
These archives also suggest that visitors to this stair are observed; vocalisations record visitors feeling incredibly uneasy, as if being watched. Fleeting glances out of the corner of eyes imprint a pale, featureless face upon the psyche; a memory that is affixed on the visitor.
The sobbing, pleading and crying become progressively louder though paradoxically more distant as visitors progress down the steps. And the haunting image of the face becomes more frequent.
Some archives abruptly end as a low moan overtakes the recording, while others seem blessedly free of this disturbance. As visitors descend, they become increasingly fearful, muttering vagaries of conversation and slowly rocking as they walk, run or scream down the steps.
Beyond 665 steps, visitors vocalise an intense fear that threatens to stop their heart. Recordings are inexplicably irretrievable after the 666 step is taken.
WhaT iS UPoN thE STaIR?!