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Who’s afraid of the Dragon?

Enslaver of homins, beast of darkness and fire, the bane of Atys.

Jena and her emissaries tell us to stay away from the bowels of Atys, for therein lies the Dragon, ready to awaken and consume the planet.

Well folks, I’ll tell ya what… not even a stinga-intoxicated Tryker on a bad day will tell you so many lies and tall tales.

There is no Dragon.

I went down into the depths of Atys. I have seen… things. Albino giant mushrooms that glow brighter than Pyr’s fires – but I warn you, DO NOT take a bite no matter how hungry you are. I did and I came back to consciousness several days later running naked amidst a pack of cannibal Cutes. Not a pleasant sight.

But that was not all. There were alien entities of shadow and cold. Streams of sap so pure that the very rocks around it sang and danced in joy. I saw all of that and much more. But no Dragon. There is no Dragon.

There is only that endless path of infinity, stretching out in front of us as we consistently pledge our feeble but inspired allegiance.

I am a Kamist and this is my manifesto.

Your lies fool me no more. Mother of Kitins, poisonous kiss. Your light blinds my eyes.

Conquer your fears and step out into the darkness, the unknown. Ma-Duk is waiting for you.

Why is the Karavan so afraid that we Homins dig too deep into the Roots? To prevent us from unleashing dangerous things like the Kitins? Or is there more to it?

Well here’s a little bit of dusty historical information for you to chew on: when the Fyros dug too deep and ended up stirring the hateful Kitins, there was a door guarding the entrance to the Kitin nest. A door made of a strange and shiny silvery material, not too unlike the same alien material used by the Karavan in their space vessels and strange weaponry.

Could the Karavan be hiding something about the Kitins? Experiments gone awry? Dark secrets and lies?

What about the Dragon then? What is the Karavan trying to hide down there? There is definitely fire in the depths of Atys, the Fyros can attest to that. But what is the real source of this all consuming fire?

Who’s afraid of the Dragon? Of the darkness? Fiction and fabrication, I tell you! Bed time stories to make the pesky children behave. “If you do not go dig your choice resin like a good boy, the Dragon will come and drag you by your feet at night!”

Dear homins, do not fear the darkness. The night is ours.

We are but echoes of the whole, incomplete emotions and thoughts of what might have been, of what might be. Seeking completion but never quite getting there.

In the spiral of Infinity, we are but loose treads, dead ends, rudimentary shells. Transcendence is at hand – embrace Ma-Duk. May your sap flow back into the Planet.

And if you think I have been using too much Zoraï thinking moss… well, that’s probably because I have. It helps with digestion.

I am a Kamist and this is my manifesto.

Published by Eye of the Tyrancha News.