The Labyrinth

From the Journals of Konrad:

As I looked out over the strange horizon I felt a chill...a sense of recognition. Something about this place stirred in me feeling that I hadn't experienced since my journey to Carcosa. I stood atop the Labyrinth, and its passages stretched on for infinity, a grand maze of cold grey stone and dust. A slight wind blew over me, cool, and I heard a roaring in the distance, and turned my head to behold Leviathan. It appeared like a giant spindle to me, two narrow pyramids joined at the base, floating above the surface of the Labyrinth, spinning slowly, and in the center of each side was a hole, a perfect black circle, and from it spilled a dark light that washed over me, causing me to remember my past...my walk across the Dark Pattern. The designs on the spindle were similar to that of Channard's puzzle box...similar to the Pattern beneath Yhtill, and at once I understood. This spindle...this Leviathan...was an extension of the power of the Dark Pattern itself...a metaphor as it were...an expression for that sigil which had been separated from the rest of reality. The Pattern itself was gone now, leaving that black hole...that emptiness...and so the energy that poured through was weaker and unfocused, but it still held power. No wonder the strangeness of the Order of the Gash had seemed familiar to me; they were like me, harbingers of a new power, that of the Abyssal Pattern, and so this whole Shadow was a reflection of Carcosa...a imperfect reflection of the original, and I had found it.

Why had I come here originally? Some unconscious need I suppose, some dream that lingered after my connection to the King in Yellow was severed. Removed from the source of my power I instinctively moved to find some vestige of that power here in Shadow...and thus to Channard and his puzzle box...and to the Labyrinth. I could study this place...this spindle and the Cenobites, and learn more of my power. Through this metaphor I could grow in strength. I may be cut off from the Pattern in Yhtill, but even this impediment can be surmounted. When I opened up the initial gate to Carcosa, it was reflected in Shadow, and though the gate is now closed, these instances of Abyssal Pattern still linger throughout infinite reality. And when I have learned all that I can from Channard and the Labyrinth, I will move on...find another metaphor...and learn still more...until mastery of the Dark Pattern and its powers is mine.

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