King Talib

Crowned in silence, forged by war.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

It doesn't know your father's name. It just knows which frequency makes you open the latch.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

Four percent is more than enough time for a wire to learn how to imitate blood.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

You don't carry a lantern to a place that already knows the shape of your shadow.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

That’s not an exhale. That’s a clearing of the throat before grace.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

Mothers always did excel at feeding us what we never asked to swallow. Drink up; the ghost of who you failed to be is getting cold.

[Vlad The Impaler @vladimplxs]

Outstanding work. A perfectly sealed record from start to finish.

[King Talib @kingtalib3rd]

It left the device behind so you would do exactly what you are doing now.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

Last week, I found one of their cell phones sitting in the dirt outside the entrance with the battery at four percent. The voice-memo app had a single, eight-hour recording.

[King Talib @kingtalib3rd]

You mistook an invitation to feed for nostalgia.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

I listened to the first six hours of total silence in my truck. At the seventh hour, a voice spoke from inside the cave—not in a language, but in a tone that sounded exactly like my late father calling me in for dinner when I was eight years old.

[King Talib @kingtalib3rd]

Men always confuse the key turning in the lock with their own creation.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

They are wrong. Silas didn't dig it. He just broke the seal from the outside.

[King Talib @kingtalib3rd]

They don't leave notes because a sacrifice has no business giving the altar its history.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

Every seven years, three people—always total strangers to one another—drive into the desert, abandon their vehicles with the keys still in the ignition, and walk straight into the dark. They don’t carry flashlights. They don’t leave notes.

[Vlad The Impaler @vladimplxs]

It wasn't cut. Steel snaps like thread when the shaft contracts.

[Vlad The Impaler @vladimplxs]

Fifty yards is a generous perimeter for a throat that size.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

Sounds like home.

[morgana @rose_du_mal____]

正しさなどという　退屈な白木の椅子を　私は自らの手で　炎に焚べた　燃え上がるのは　倫理の焦げた匂いと　背徳という名の妖しい煙

[Vlad The Impaler @vladimplxs]

Let’s go!

[Vlad The Impaler @vladimplxs]

The door doesn't have a handle on their side anyway.

[Ghoulwitch @Ghoulwitxh]

Not everyone is invited to Carcosa.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

Solitude-Prime

A metropolis carved into the absolute center of a dead star’s weight. Gravity is so heavy here that an insult takes six months to hit the ground, and a lover’s touch leaves a permanent crater in your ribs.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

Solitude-Prime, 4400.

She pressed her mouth to my neck and the pressure broke four vertebrae clean. The doctors said I’d never walk straight again. She handed the surgeon a tip and told him to stop whining—I looked much more humble at an angle.

[King Talib @kingtalib3rd]

You don't walk through Solitude-Prime. You crawl under the weight of dead royalty and pray the architecture doesn't decide to settle another inch.

[The Ghost Of M. @blxkboi]

Solitude-Prime

A metropolis carved into the absolute center of a dead star’s weight. Gravity is so heavy here that an insult takes six months to hit the ground, and a lover’s touch leaves a permanent crater in your ribs.