Origin

His pupils dilate and his heart beats louder and louder. He is out of breath and a lump blocks his throat. He feels as if everything around him is unreal. He does not recognize himself again. The irresistible desire to escape from that unknown place dominates him. Chills run through his body causing him to tremble. Panic clouds his senses. He hears voices of people he does not remember. He feels disconnected from himself. He is afraid of not being in control of his body. He feels trapped in a distant place. He tries to remember a past altered by his memory. Distortions and temporal errors confuse his view of reality. His personality unfolds into unknown identities hidden in the depths of his fractured mind. He is altered and transformed. Each identity has fragments of memories that give meaning to their madness. An internal struggle is fought, while they’re waiting to be free. He is possessed by unconnected entities that degenerate his behavior, and have left scars on his skin. He feels as if everything around him is unreal. He does not recognize himself again. He hears voices of people he does not remember. Panic clouds his senses.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Like every night, I am prey to immobility. I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling in a deep sleep. A strange force presses my chest, And I feel as if every time I breathe was my last breath. It seems like a presence watches me, And I glimpse a raised shadow that slides towards me, whispering. Screams drowned in terror try to escape through my throat. I am defenseless against an unknown entity. A strange force presses my chest, I know a presence stares at me. I’m afraid, it’s getting closer. A blue glow floods the room. Clarity unveils its figure. Its little body is cold as ice. Its big eyes analyze me. They’re dark and deep as an abyss. Its curiosity betrays it, it’s not human. I’m its experiment, its cruel fun. I hear its voice inside my head, Reflecting a familiar lack of humanity. Like every night, I’m free from immobility. My body is sore and my mind is confused. Memories are blurred like in an illusion. Hours have passed on the clock as minutes to me. The lost time has left a metallic smell.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Events from a murky past are revealed as unexpected images. Retained dark energy tries to set free through the mind capable of perceiving it, trying to find its site; escaping across a long tunnel, towards the brightness of a new dimension. Laments lie hidden between crumbling walls. Psychic vestiges of the past pervade the environment. The memory is still present, remembering forever echoes of a life tragically lost. In silence, when the light fades, they wander in the dark with ominous steps looking for the door to cross the threshold. Lost souls, banished from paradise. At the foot of the bed, down the hall, visions of strange figures harass their lives. The ethereal specter of death haunts their souls. Night brings terror... which light ends. A stare awakens their most horrible dreams. Under the moonlight, over the cemetery. Where the entities get lost, whispering in the dawning. Surrounded by a funereal cold wind. The vacuum of its eyes paralyzes their bodies, the most dismal winter is born in their hearts. Forgotten fears raise before the unknown. Impotence in the face of the incomprehensible is beyond us. Across a long tunnel, towards the brightness of a new dimension. Laments lie hidden between crumbling walls. Psychic vestiges of the past bring... the demons of our ancestors back again making us doubt of our human condition.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

The soul abandons the worn body that inhabits. Years passed by leaving it old and hurt. His broken heart has lived countless distresses and his tired eyes have seen too many deaths. He will not remember his name, nor his face. A sea of forgetfulness will flood his thoughts. Flashes from a previous life will burst in his mind, interlacing and confusing with his memories. Recurring dreams will invade his nights and visions from the past will clarify his irrational phobias. He will feel far from home, like a stranger in a world and a time that he does not belong. Its energy will return to the origin of a cyclical nature. It will be born thousands of times in foreign bodies. A new learning awaits at every death. The soul abandons the worn body that inhabits. It seems to evaporate and mix with the wind. The wisdom of its lives will allow it to ascend. It flies high as a bird, until karma makes it fall back again into the arms of a new mother.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

A whirlwind of images slides him into a dream. A pull in the void makes him fall. He hears a loud noise inside his head. Vibrations shake his body. Tiredness has overcome the vigil, giving way to the rest. He can see himself lying on his bed, floating in an oniric limbo. Vivid and ethereal experiences make him wonder; Is it a deceptive truth or an illusion? His mind is far away from his body, exploring unknown worlds. He is trapped in a new dimension, tied to reality through a silver link. His consciousness is lost, aimless and without destination. He has gone too far, trying to decode the language of the soul. Confusion and fear take hold of him. A whirlwind of images slides him into a dream. Until, suddenly, he wakes up from that dream without having slept.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

It becomes a strange figure, emerging from the conscious mind. It projects out of the body, giving way to a new form of life. Their deepest and most intense fears are reflected in that apparition. Its evil aura precedes it. Ambition can be seen on its diffused and corrupt face. It has escaped their control. They cannot destroy what they have built. It has transcended beyond their minds, seizing their energy. It feeds on the pain and terror they feel when it’s approaching. Its presence is increasingly mightier. The entity seeks weak victims, invades every corner of their being and nullifies their will making them their host. It guards itself behind an opaque smile and the glow of an empty gaze, waiting patiently for the moment to display, because the most destructive evil dwells in a hidden place of our thought.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

One winter night in the 1950s, occult powers conspired against humanity by devising a system of mind control, instigated by their whim to discover the limits of the human body. They succeeded in influencing, manipulating and controlling human behavior. They annulled their mental state by erasing memory and reprogramming the psyche. Abuse, torture, hypnosis… were inhuman methods employed to achieve their purpose. Powerful entities were accomplices of that twisted plan. Brainwashes and deaths incriminated them. Brainwashes and deaths incriminated them. For years they tried to mask their atrocities by destroying evidence about grim secrets so they will never come to light. Numerous human victims were subjected to immoral experiments against their will. They dominated their mind and their bodies with drugs. Injustice and cruelty were reflected in their silence. Human victims were subjected to immoral experiments against their will. They dominated their mind and their bodies with drugs. The true impact of their project will never be revealed. We live in a passive world that is not disturbed by the suffering of others. We have been blinded by lies that poison our thoughts. We live submissively, we die as slaves. credits

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The fragile fabric of time is invaded by an intruder. Everything known could change in an instant. By a shortcut, he crosses through our plane of existence, doubling space and time; traveling across infinite time lines, and camouflaging himself in our old reality. Guardian of the ages, only knower of the destiny of humanity, protects the history from being altered. He outwits all known physical laws, challenging the builders of our present thought. We are trapped by the flow of a clock which only moves forwards. We will consume ourselves oblivious from other realities, and our memories will be erased from Earth. We will form part of forgotten generations, buried under the feet of hollow people. Our life passes like bursts, and we only perceive instants of the abyss. The fragile fabric of time is invaded by an intruder. Everything known could change in an instant. By a shortcut, it crosses through our plane of existence, doubling space and time; traveling across infinite time lines, and camouflaging itself in our old reality. In the darkness of the endless and lonely horizon, where the stars shine from afar, our time is paralyzed.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Komm süßer Tod. Komm selge Ruh. Komm führe mich in Friede. Weil ich der Welt bin müde. Ach komm, ich wart auf dich. Komm bald und führe mich. Drück mir die Augen zu. Komm selge Ruh. credits

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

We roam the Earth looking for answers under our feet. We are the result of the evolution of a missing link. We have turned our back on our origins, believing ourselves being in right to dominate what is not ours. We are the owners of the universe, lords of creation. We live surrounded by walls of an artificial world, We must forget what we have learned to change. Only when the everyday becomes absurd and what’s socially established seems to be meaningless, we will be ready to return to the route, following the steps of ancient beliefs, looking for an answer to the question of existence to repair a world destroyed by human greed.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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