Madness

There is a secret order to the world. One hinted at in folktales and legends; one whispered around campfires and instinctively known by children who hide beneath their covers from the boogeyman. Just beneath the surface, there is an order of truth dismissed by the rational mind and written off as a trick of the light or the sound of rushing wind through the lonesome pines. Those terrors which tug at the ragged edges of our psyche, those phantoms which dart in and out of our peripheral vision, those mysteries which defy all logical explanation and have given rise to innumerable speculations hold only a dim reflection of the truth. The naked and unrestrained truth is a terrible thing which mortals may consciously grasp for, but are held back from by the base animal instinct within that knows better than to go searching for monsters. Deep down, mankind does not want the truth. Deep down, he knows that some secrets should remain buried.

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Is it so strange to believe there is more to the world than the mundane which weathers our senses duller by the day? Are unusual occurrences, mysterious disappearances, and strange deaths simply to be regarded as weird stories? Or are they really the complex machinations of beings far beyond the human frame of reference? Could it be that the powers behind governments, corporations, and the subtle nuances of human culture are waging a war with one another from the shadows, using nations as pawns in their incomprehensible game? So-called conspiracy theorists, paranoid schizophrenics, and other "crazies" are shunned by mainstream society for their vehement belief in the urgent reality of such god-like conspirators. Lack of solid evidence is all the rational mind needs to dismiss these fantasies as the delusions of the deranged...even when their very guts are screaming the truth to them.

No great mountain of evidence could ever convince the waking mind to believe in that which goes bump in the night. The fog of human skepticism is perhaps the greatest ally of the mysterious in its bid to remain obscure. But those with eyes to see beyond this so-called Veil are privy to the secrets behind the stage curtains of this play we call life. For whatever reason, be it morbid curiosity, a natural gifting, or the ordinance of fate, some human beings are able to rouse themselves from cold logic's stupor long enough to see the world as it really is. The ignorant may call them mad, but there is no great genius without some touch of madness. And it is this touch of madness which calls these few, pushing them to unravel the enigmas within the riddles enshrouding each small grain of truth.

Escape is not an option once a seeker of truth has crossed this threshold. Either she is held captive by her own obsession or pursued by forces she can scarcely imagine. No matter what may hold her fast to the world of wind and shadows, eyes that have seen even a glimmer of the real world can no longer be satisfied by the pointless day-in and day-out meanderings of slumbering humanity. Those who would seek out shadows may one day find, to their own horror, that they've found one...or worse, that one has found them. If you're reading this, perhaps your own curiosity (or lack of caution) has drawn you here. You've taken your first steps into a world dark and deadly. It may simply be a matter of time before it swallows you, bones and all.

Welcome to the world between the cracks in the sidewalk.
Our secrets will bury you.