Katalepsis, Eusebeia Epoche - placid islands; black infinity - 2-1.11
Added 2025-06-14 00:40:14 +0000 UTCChapter sails the sun-starved void between creations, on wings of silver gossamer and a hull of stone-hard wood glazed with molten gold.
https://katalepsis.net/2025/06/13/placid-island-black-infinity-2-1-11/
This week's password is: alcazar
Epub version of the chapter is also attached below, as always!
The opening arc of Eusebeia Epoche pushes onward, into perhaps the only thing more tangled than Maisie's mind - a bloody great castle, a Katalepsis staple. Though perhaps Maisie wishes it wasn't so, because this is really more Heather's haunt, isn't it? (Don't remind her, maybe she'll let me get away with this for another few paragraphs before she figures out it's time to- oh, too late!)
Ahem. Well! Behind the scenes, this is getting very spicy. Maisie is extremely difficult to metatextually 'control' - she keeps veering away from my plans in both the physical and the emotional sense, and I'm very happy to let her take the wheel as much as she wants. Not that I can stop her. I think we're just peeking over the halfway point of the arc now, I think. Here's where a lot of stuff is about to start crashing together, and our girl might have to start dodging some of it, including the parts of it that are her own fault.
Anyway! On with the show! I hope you enjoy this one, dear readers! Here we go!
Comments
Ohoho! Thank you for such fascinating snippets of poetry! "A carapace of capriciousness for the doll that would be a fickle fae playing with fate" really put a smile on my face. The darkness is very warm! Perhaps Maisie would do better to make a friend of the shadows. "The layout reminds us of that old magic; the weight of time and generations, bending (breaking) the world through aeons of toil" You might be onto something there; there's more happening here than the surface of magic. There's old bones to this place, and they're singing a strange song. "Can you be real? (Can i be real?)" Maisie's central dilemma, though perhaps she doesn't quite know it yet. "((Thank you for creating these exquisite chapters))" You are so so very welcome! Thank you for being here and enjoying them!!
Hazel Young
2025-08-02 15:22:18 +0000 UTCA carapace of capriciousness for the doll that would be a fickle fae playing with fate Dolls in lull, the lull of absence, the emptiness of where a person could be, would be, but never shall (Could they?) (Only 10 weeks, wow) The darkness is warm (join it) Step out of the cracks, Lady of the coming (forgotten) Dawn, and Speak plainly The layout reminds us of that old magic; the weight of time and generations, bending (breaking) the world through aeons of toil Fairy echoes, resonance through those sideways dimensions of possibility and probably, probability and possibly, through the gateway of circumstance (Dont let them in) Do you want to be a real girl Maise? Will you wear that mask of humanity till it bends and bleeds and blends with your carbon fibre skull? Can you be real? (Can i be real?) The lines pull taut (Dont get caught) ((Thank you for creating these exquisite chapters))
AsheHides
2025-08-02 05:14:23 +0000 UTCShe was thinking that! If the scene hadn't gone the way it had toward the end, that was actually another beat I had ready in the notes/outline. Though her reasons would have been very obvious and hard to conceal. And now the doll is moving by itself, well, Maisie doesn't need that excuse anymore.
Hazel Young
2025-06-14 16:16:23 +0000 UTCI was seriously thinking that she was going to grab the doll and be like, "I'm taking this home with me. Don't ask why..."
Kennyevilmonkey
2025-06-14 11:18:25 +0000 UTC
