{"id":5028,"date":"2024-10-03T06:58:55","date_gmt":"2024-10-03T13:58:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/josephaleo.com\/blog\/?p=5028"},"modified":"2024-10-23T13:03:29","modified_gmt":"2024-10-23T20:03:29","slug":"polaris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/josephaleo.com\/blog\/polaris\/","title":{"rendered":"Polaris"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

In the waning days of October, as the eldritch chill of autumn crept through the twilight hours, I once again revived my sacred tradition. Each day, a solitary tale from the arcane mind of the master of cosmic horror, H.P. Lovecraft<\/a>, graced my thoughts, casting shadows deeper than the encroaching night. Today, I turned my trembling gaze to \u201cPolaris,\u201d<\/a> that star-born nightmare, whose otherworldly light pierces through the veil of forgotten time and forgotten dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slumber, watcher, till the spheres
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv'd, and I return
To the spot where now I burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness:
Only when my round is o'er
Shall the past disturb thy door.<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
Our tale commences with a narrator, adrift in long, sleepless vigils beneath the infinite vault of night, his gaze riveted upon the baleful presence of Polaris, the Pole Star. He describes it as a malignant, watchful eye, a cosmic sentinel that seems to convey an ancient and terrible message, now long forgotten. One fateful night, beneath a ghostly aurora that writhed above his swamp-bound abode, the narrator\u2019s mind is drawn into a strange dream\u2014a marble city, stark and silent, perched upon a lonely plateau, and bathed in the eerie light of Polaris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Within this spectral city, he observes its denizens, conversing in a language unknown yet disturbingly familiar to his ears. Upon waking, the dream clings to his consciousness like a shadow, returning night after night, growing ever more vivid and insistent. Our narrator\u2019s obsession deepens, as he grapples with a terrible uncertainty: could this otherworldly city be real? Could his waking life be the true illusion?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over time, his desire to merely observe the city transforms into something darker, more desperate. He begins to question the very fabric of reality, unsure whether his fragile existence belongs to the waking world or the dream-realm. In one fateful vision, he finds himself not merely a distant observer, but an inhabitant of the city\u2014Olatho\u00eb, upon the plateau of Sarkis, in the ancient land of Lomar, now besieged by the brutish Inutos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Assigned to a watchtower, he is tasked with guarding the city from invasion. Yet as he gazes upon Polaris, its malignant power grips him, and he hears an ancient, cryptic rhyme whispered by the hateful star. Overtaken by confusion, he succumbs to sleep, failing in his duty. Upon awakening, he finds himself once more in his swamp-bound home, yet now utterly convinced that his life is but a dream, and that his true fate lies eternally bound to the lost city of Olatho\u00eb, forever unreachable, forever haunting.<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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