Maddening Fold

I arrived in Carcosa.

But not in the way I had intended.

Not on my Landship. Not in the familiar corridors brimming with the hum of technology and the quiet murmur of my people.

Instead—

I arrived here.

A space that defied sense, where matter collapsed and reconstructed itself endlessly, where entire segments of existence corroded into nothingness only to reassemble as if time itself was indecisive about their destruction.

This place pulsed with contradictions.

Space bent and convulsed as if it had a beating heart of its own, folding and unfolding in sickening rhythms, shifting between tangible and theoretical. Every step I took felt both solid and ephemeral, like walking on a surface that was never meant to be stable.

The world around me did not hold still. It buckled, twisted, reset.

I exhaled, feeling the tug of this place trying to pull at my form, trying to make sense of me—an intruder in its domain. It failed.