Manticora
Disciples Of The Entities
[Letter 8: New England 11/9 – 1896]My friend, The ceiling of the tent is sparkling with diamonds and pearls,which seems unnatural but explains the visions of another worldthrough the piercing flash of light that hits me in the eye.I was afraid but was told “no one´s here tonight to die”.I have seen star maps in conjunction with gates to infinity.Door will be opened for the creatures of old mythology,as ancient phenomena are about to happen within this circus site.I have been instructed not to reveal a thing to anyone,but I might just get on with my story. Between the sawdust and the smell of hayI cannot possibly describe for you todayhow wonderful my visions are of life,deriving from this soul-devouring force. If you just knew about the powerthese people hold in their hands,you would want to be part of this too.I´ll join the dance that will finally summon them allfrom far beyond the gates.Do expect my letters to be fewer and shorter these days.Letras de cancionesBetween astonishment and smell of fear,I can´t describe for you in this letter herehow incredible our visions are of the poweremerging from this ghostly soul-devourer. [To be continued]
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