In 1392 a man by the name of Sen'iera Menustra stumbled upon a towering statue of Re, the Sun God, inserted half into the ground while the other was revealed neatly tied with vines and covered in a damp moss. While studying it intensely, Menustra found his way inside, where he realized it was not a statue but a catacomb of sorts - a winding Temple of bones and webs.
Its foundation was an entrance, a portal, into a separate world. One that did not touch ours - one that existed only in shadow and thought. The world was nothing yet everything, darkness yet light, silent yet sonic. As Menustra stumbled through this world, he found many odd sights: The blood of the pious ran upon the barren trees; Crows that flew without reason beneath his feet, shrieking at nothing, only wishing to dull the silence; Shaking seers hidden in their caves, burning a fire too dim for light and to apathetic for warmth.
Upon Menustra's return, he found the world had changed. Not by acts, nay, but by thought. Menustra was enlightened. He scrambled to write his thoughts and findings in ink, charcoal, chalk, even blood so long as he could remember; So long as he could spread the word.
But he couldn't. Menustra was hung only a week later, accused of Sorcery and Pagan practices. His mstar fishcripts, well hidden by very few followers, are unknown in their whereabouts. But it is now certain Menustra had traveled to a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It was a dimension as vast as space and timeless as infinity. It was the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lied between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. It was the dimension of imagination; Of not only sight, but mind. It was an area we call.....the Twilight Zone.
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