Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37554505-20181121225755

Would you call your day normal?

Take a peek outside. The sunlight blasts you in the face. Your eyes start to water. After you adjust to the light, take a look around the suburb. What do you see? Neighbors walking dogs, boys playing basketball, workers returning to home. The same you see everyday.

It's almost painful, isn't it? The perpetual gnawing of the mundane on you psyche, the lack of escape from the everyday. You'd prefer horror to anything that bores you. I can tell, based on your taste in reading material. Everything from the occult to high fantasy decorates your study, the walls covered by paintings of myths and legends.

You can retreat if you like, return to your little world of ignorance away from the summer sun. Fine, fill your ears with the noise from earphones, burying your head in another book. You hope the music will drown my incessant blabbering, don't you? I'm afraid it will not.

Let me give you an offer. If you unplug your ears for just a short moment, I'll free you from the mundane, if only for a second. That's what you wanted all along, wasn't it? That's why you seclude yourself in this little corner, with no asset other than a labyrinth of books and your desktop computer. You want some freedom from the normal world. From the mundane.

Don't be so stubborn. I realize that you wouldn't normally head a little voice in your head that, as far as you know, came from nowhere. But for just this once, let fantasy and wonder have their way. For you to resist them would be a paradox.

Finally. Thank you for complying. Now, I want you to brace yourself. The revelation will be on the count of three. Oh, and I suggest you close your eyes, alright. 1... 2... 3!

Did you hear it? Settle down, its gone now. It was quite exhilarating, wasn't it? The music thats just out of reach to you, but omnipresent to us. It's the most majestic of sounds, governing and fueling the whole of reality. Every chord and pluck dissolves you, reverberating throughout your whole being, evoking movement and life in the smallest of particles throughout you.

You see, your kind is the equivalent of blind, deaf, and lame to us. We move freely throughout countless dimensions and directions, while you are limited to three. We perceive in such higher ways, constantly comforted by the musical heartbeat of reality.

Let me explain. Consider a perfect dot. An absolute singularity. This is a space of zero directions, or dimensions, if you will. If we add one, you get a line. Another, and you get a square or circle. A flat plane. Add yet one more, and you get cubes and spheres. This is the extent of both your world and your imagination. But what happens if you add another direction? Two more? Ten more?

Some of those worlds you don't want to see. However, whether you ignore them or not, they're there, and they affect everything. Heaven and Hell are closer than you think.

Speaking of this hidden world, did you notice some rumbling? A faint trembling pervading the air? Why don't you take a look outside again. Look towards the sky after your eyes adjust. Something seems... off, doesn't it? Look at the people. They look so fragile, so temporary. After what you learned, what doesn't?

You have a watch; what time is it? 3:30. The second hand ticks on and on. It's awaiting something, it almost seems. Anticipating. I recommend you keep your eyes open. At any second, those higher dimensions could invade without warning. The apocalypse is close, in a direction you just can't see. 