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In these rememberings I fear I have entangled the listener with miscellaneous
facts and self-preserving nostalgia.
Leaving behind those shadowy dealings which had engulfed my birthplace before it became the place I was born, I
found my way into college as mentioned before, for my father indeed wished me to distance myself from the locations
so natural to me and to put behind the illogical and even haunting happenings. My mind was not meant to be poisoned
by suspicious and questionable lore of the uneducated - but from where I thought myself to be getting away from,
I found a horrendous destination in the shape of, what could have been molded by my destiny itself, science.
Keeping a fair, but polite distance from my comrades in college, I decided to delve deeper into the various aspects
of astronomy, advanced mathematics and even to geomancy, which was included in the curriculum as a trial-based
curiosity.
A new wave of spiritualism was said to have been awakened by the self-titled mages and occultists: strange, considering
the ongoing march of victory advancing psychology. I cared little for both, because I knew one was not very far
from the other.
Often I wonder, if I would have know the things from the past of my ancestors, would have known the grip of bubbling
horror, that threatened to rise up from the depths of our souls to bring back the gone unforgettable, that were
never quite dead in the primeval slime from which formless, nearly matter-based shapes wrung themselves to birth,
then would've I done the same and exact things? Can blood be cursed and flesh damned? If so, is the soul damned
to make the mistakes of fore parents, bound by oaths macabre and screams forever?
Having no time to let myself be overwhelmed in memory and ponderings concerning my roots and whereabouts, the universities
small conservatory, which was built with a handsome donation by some German benefactor, became my habitat. Together
with my tutor, professor Somerset, we watched the skies and probed with our enlengthened gazes beyond where probably
no man had ever had the chance to lose its sight upon. Not interested on what may have been going on the ground
itself, we believed to be after discoveries of greatest importance's.
It felt as strange, aether-piercing winds and semi-material currents from a far-away maelstrom, cosmic storm had
been guiding the telescope, with what we lifted the veil of distance from the depths of space. Somerset was twice
my age, but jolted up jubilantly when we time and time again achieved success in focusing in on stars and their
systems with little or no effort and research at all. Coordinates originated from the notes of Somerset himself,
who had written several textbooks on the subject of meteorites and theories of 'black matter' before I had learned
to shun the cries from the Three Stones.
He claimed to have 'dreamt' their exact locations: smiling with a hint of curiosity of if I believed him or not,
he explained of having reoccurring dreams, or rather nightmares of vast proportions, in which he was free of all
that bound and chained us to the earth by Matter, free to roam the gulfs of unknown, unexplored and ever twisting
and changing space, in which all form and dimensions are stillborn, wriggling out of the Old Serpent - of Chaos,
who plays and toys with Creation as it seems fit or amusing to itself.
Conversations on that topic had a slight shadow towering over the seemingly casual tone of dialogue, leaving me
with a suppressed feeling that Somerset held back something more impact-ready: testing me as seeing if I would
accept the explanation that he obviously had made up to cover his true sources that gave him the mystic foresight
concerning meteorites and otherwise undetectable stars.
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