My Eleventh Day In Carcosa

The world had shifted once again.

It always did, and yet it never felt natural.

The Ordeal of the Midnight had ended, and with it, Carcosa's eternal abyss retreated to make way for something no less ominous—daylight.

Still, the more I tried to see things with my current heightened existence, the more I noticed how dire the reality was.

Carcosa's "morning" was nothing like the warmth of a sunrise on Earth, nor was it the hopeful emergence of a new day. Instead, it was a bleeding sky—a slow, seeping transition where the endless darkness of the night gave way to a suffocating expanse of light-drenched unreality.

The blazing black sun hung in the heavens, its presence devouring shadows and warping depth, stretching the land into an unnatural panorama of elongated shapes and shifting perspectives.

Where the night had been an ever-shifting abyss, the day was a distortion of clarity—too sharp, too vivid, too still.