Mundus Imaginalis

I am inside Mulciber’s maze, a simulacrum of mechanical starlight, winding stairs and turrets and buttresses woven together by Lucifer’s unholy sword and Beelzebub’s cicada songs. Cogs turn, churning ores, and mills grind down bones as wan fake sun peters in through the slit windows. I race up the stairs to follow the infernal husbandsContinue reading “Mundus Imaginalis”