A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
17 May 2025 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin found himself suspended. Pendant and bodiless, somewhere Between. Then rushing through pale, rarefied cloudscapes. The brumous descent soon unfolded above a sprawling map, far below. No, it was a city. The Great City… The imperishable bastion o...
10 May 2025 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna had allowed Umin another bell of dreamless sleep. Following which they began a trek along the nameless, onyx-obsidian strand. The Great Lower Sea, a torpid black tongue, perennially licking the lifeless shore upon their right hand. Pyna appeare...
4 May 2025 4 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
He awoke convulsively, with the cresting roar of reverberating surf filling his ears. The weight of the Great Lower Sea’s torpid, black waters crushing his breast from within. Umin rolled over once again, and vomited a sickly, ropy stream of coal-da...
30 Apr 2025 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin struck the soupy surf feet first, and was swiftly swallowed up. Imbibed by the Great Lower Sea’s torpid, black salinity. He was able to draw a single, sufficient breath before plunging through its thickly striated darkness. The sea’s bituminous...
22 Apr 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna twisted and kicked. Tore and pulled. As the tenebrous mass of clotted, lurid obscenities bore her deeper into the lightless reaches of the Great Lower Sea’s gloomy, and brinish womb. Her wheaty locks blooming beneath the murky waters, like that...
17 Apr 2025 2 minute read 1 comment Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… In the Above, Autumn makes forth. The goddess An’ii of the Sere Leaf strides again across verdant wolds, wringing the sap from Summer’s failing heart. The disciple, her patron now lost to the abundant and faceless throngs...
14 Apr 2025 6 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Pyna followed Umin’s disconcerted gaze to a space above the brewing, molten fire-mounts and their restless, sulphurous smokes. There, billowing against the Great Lower Sea’s false horizon, loomed the booming apparition of...
1 Mar 2025 11 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
It was well, four bells before dawn. Pyna had descended from the Spire of Clioh, without further impediment or entanglement. Now shrouded in voluminous garments of concealing coal-dark, an inky wimple binding her wheaty mane, and a veil masking all,...
21 Feb 2025 8 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Pyna leaned out from a lofty and perilous perch. Balancing against a toe-length narrow crevice. A mere mossy crack, that snaked and switched across the ashlar of rough and creamy architecture. High upon one of the totterin...
13 Feb 2025 4 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Lord Emberbole was not, by nature, an excessively loquacious spirit. Broad and sturdy as a weather-bated salt-cask, with a greying, tangled beard and knitted top-knot as baroque as the limber lines of his undergalley. His...
