RIP The Parapraxis


RIP The Parapraxis

The fine vessel that carried Zalvorex to strange dreamworlds on the Oneiric Sea. The ship that docked at the cyclopean bays of the silent City of the Fathers. The ship that hazarded most treacherous currents to raid the floating tombs of heroic dreamers from higher realities. It was the storehouse of Zalvorex's undermind, the repository of his own unconscious writ large, and the extension of his own immune system, the vessel was a part and a projection of himself. And yet, in the end it fell, sucked into the receding waters of a phantasmal lake that emanated from its own ruined engines, until at last it vanished like a reflection on a bubble that burst. And so Zalvorex was freed, but saw before him the object of his half century of longing recede into the horizon and dwindle to nothing.

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