IX Dome-Wyrd’s First Dawn On the first day that the sun graced the sky in Dome-Wyrd, the swamp was bubbling-hot. In Manis’s now thriving kingdom. People gathered in front of the entrance to the throne-room. Which was now sealed. By a giant steel gate which had a small steel door, it required a key which only Manis had. Only his original kidnapped subjects, all who have now undoubtedly lost their sodding minds, were allowed entrée. Manis had hit extreme states of paranoia nevertheless this was already prevalent with charging folks for day-passes in his kingdom. Which was a past-time now, Manis had kept increasing the price for the day passes, and soon anyone who came wandering to the his gates of madness would’ve found themselves slaughtered before they found their mind again. Above the entrance, and the swarming crowd that riddled the throne room, stood Manis who was now a young man. Not nearly any stronger but outrageously taller, for the first time in his life he had a fu...
The page you find yourself reading, is the only documentation, the only accounts of a microcosm infected in a state of perpetual terminus. I, Ghloth The Astral, am one of the four, archaic observers, spawned into creation by the grand archaic ones- The Watchers. Three ages have come and passed, the only light that fills the sky, is the hope that some mortal, somewhere, reading this, might just be the next one to light this doomed lands, fading, and hopeless, worldly fire.