Against Spelunking, Delving, and Other Endeavors of Great Foolish and Destructive Ends
Leonel Cipagauta’s pitiful final work, a result of the madness he acquired exploring the ‘roots of the Haustorium.‘
I’m Reading…
In my folly I thought there no greater comfort than the embrace of walls of stone, no greater mystery than the penumbral waters, no greater music than the sounds of bat-wings and cave-echoes. I went further than any should go, and found woven together not just my fate but that of the world.‘
I’ve Read…
The last several pages are nonsense verse, set to notations of even more nonsensical music. ‘Knives and nets of Collud-legs. Nine tree-branch heads of burning bush and one among them needs a doctor.’ **Effect: **Memory: Hindsight **Mastery: **Lesson: Hill & Hollow