from The World of Darkness



The World of Darkness sits atop the World of Silence and what drops through the surface of the water plummets from blindness into deafness. The World of Darkness was not named for any absence of light, but for the blinding brightness leaving its occupants sightless. The World of Silence was not named for its inescapable din, though it has one that is perpetual, but for the eternally muted awe holding the breath of its occupants as they stare up through the surface of the water replicating a sky, at the brightness of the World of Darkness.




The World of Darkness holds also within its gravity’s grasp the World of Relief. Occupants of the World of Relief are known as The Relieved. The Relieved believed the World of Relief might proffer some sanctuary from the stark, blinding light of the World of Darkness, but the surface of the water replicated at once a prism and a mirror. The World of Relief was named by The Relieved before their arrival. In prismatically blinded darkness, The Relieved in the World of Relief sniff at the wicks of candles replicating a prayer to relieve the bottle of its glass.




The World of Darkness has no written language. As such, all its occupants dream the same nightmare every night. They stand at the edge of the surface of the water replicating a sky. Every dreamer’s instinct to dull the scorching light’s heat impels her or him to step into the water. In the dream, the water boils and collapses, producing an infinite series of boiling rainbows that no one sees, arcing an unfamiliar pain into the nerves of the occupants that is at once a fresh relief and terror.




Standing at a remove, one cannot see the World of Darkness couched in its gravitational pocket of incalculable brightness. The World of Darkness has not been seen, but has spun itself into astronomical theory. The unseen occupants remain untheorized. They have spun themselves into consciousness, creating a vortex in the surface of the water. The water is left unexplained but for the spinning prayers of the sniffing occupants, yet to be theorized.







S p r i n g G u n P r e s s 2009




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