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Dip thoughts in the abyss of night
Let the consciousness sleep

You pace distant valleys again
You see claws of the highest peaks
Digging into the magic sky
It's night and everything is so clear
You came to the edge

Through the night howl in the sky
Through the hoof-beats of thunders
In the cry of the unborn child
In the shadow of the past
Beyond the thin line of the horizon
Beyond the most daring visions of poets

The myth that reached the verges of everything was born

2001

He was aproaching the edge of a precipice
Led there without knowing it
Unconsciously he was recognising his end
She became his beginning
She gave him life and its meaning
Sha also gave him his death

I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the fragments of many books. Rotten pages that turned yellow and time also didn't spare its breath. In the candlelight I turned half faded pages full of strange signs and words in a language bearing no resemblance to any of human ones. It was early when I began to watch the signs but when I opened the window to feel the sea-breeze I saw darkness and a winking eye of the full moon. It's time to go. I thought, when suddenly my eyes spotted a rotten page on the floor. It was as if older than the rest, filled with writing in even more unearthly language. A few sketches were there too. They looked at me in a strange way. Like bugs. Having grabbed that page from the century old dust, I looked at it carefully and I understood every word. Maybe because the air became heavier. I've seen those signs before although in my dizziness it seemed it was a million years ago. I fell on my knees, staring blankly at the yellow-gray, stiff page. I saw peaks covered by snow, the whole mountain massif topped with Cyclop like buildings, flying creatures with membrane wings and shoggoths emerging from festering seas. Spires of unfamiliar cities, strange trees and conscious plants. I saw all of that disappearing in depths of the ocean. Being on the verge of madness, I turned the pile of the old pages like a sleepwalker. What was before? What was after? The first ray of sunlight got through the open window. It hit and restored my consciousness. It was just a moment, but long enough to abandon that side, to escape far, far away from that madness and never to return again. Many times I described The Strange, High House in the Mist to the local old men, but they all claimed that it doesn't exist. Only the one with one eye whispered to my ear that on that difficult of access mountain-side, on a feast-day, unfamiliar sounds can be heard, strange brightness can be seen in the sky. And his ancestor is thought to mention something about the strange, high house in the mist.