Eyes maddening, finger tips trembling, shifting in a fervent mania
The nearness of revelation rests so close, the spectra of reality coalescing
Skeptics shall be rectified
Never again a failure of ‘impossible' endeavors, I bring to light that which man was never meant to discover

Hastily clambering, feeling franticly for the key, I encounter the pale attic entry

Insomnia will fill the mind of the beholder
Where nights are stricken by terror and visited by abominations from beyond
Where days are obscured by the fog, opaque in nature, summoned in loathing
Such a realm exists beyond the door
Filing in slowly, the assembly congregated around the dimly lit machine
Softly buzzing, with whirs and sputtering to break the occasional silence

Ordering them to remain in silence, I displace the lever
Within a moment, the soft glow of my candle smothered to a plume of smoke, as if extinguished by a whisper of the dark

Silence
Surrounding me
Disquieted
Are their thoughts

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