Psycore and The Wizards Cauldron

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Recently, I have been exploring the regions of psycore. An artist that goes by the name of CinderVOMIT introduced me to this style, and I have fallen in love. I decided to write a small story to his newest solo project, "The Wizards Cauldron". Check out the album here and feel free to read my adaptation of it below!

 

The temple towered high into the sky, outlined by a sheet of blinding sunlight. As sweat dropped from the mans face, he took one last step from the desert that had plagued his adventuring for weeks. Was this a hallucination? As he collapsed onto the stone floor, a fresh wave of cold, empty air struck his heart. Normally, an isolated place such as this would strike fear into the soul of the living, and perhaps ancient wizards bombarded the ruins with such spells long ago. To this particular man, however, anything was better than the desert. He crawled back to his feet and looked behind him, staring into a wave of hot death believed to be his grave just hours ago. There was surely no point in turning back now. As he walked, the doorway disappeared like the sun over the horizon.

The man chuckled. How ironic it was to be so desperate for darkness at one moment, but searching for light in the next. He rummaged through his backpack for a flashlight. With a slight tap, the underground maze revealed itself. For the first time in years, excitement sparked the mans imagination. As a child, he read storybooks that told tales of strange worlds hidden under noses, deep below the sand. Fascinated with these rumors, his curiosity soon got the best of him. He became a pundit of exploration, eager to discover the untold truths of civilization. With his teeth full of dust, he smiled and begun his search for hidden secrets.

His breath echoed throughout the long hallways, quite possibly being the first sound they had heard for a thousand years. He found it hard to breathe. The air grew thicker. The floor became harder. The cold became colder. Shivering, the man dug his face into his hands and coughed violently. He looked around him and realized he wasn’t sure what direction he came from. Minutes turned into hours, and time disappeared. How long had it been? Miles of stone and rock passed by, slowly leading the man into insanity. He screamed at nothing, and battered his fists against the shadows. His vision blurred as he panted. There was no end to these tunnels. This labyrinth was pointless, a gamble leading into hell. He understood now that God was toying with him. His flashlight flickered and vanished, and his eyes widened. There was no where to go.

He felt afraid. Voices from demons erupted from the emptiness that surrounded him. Veins pulsated on his forehead. Strange, hellish biomorphs poured from the dark and pushed him to the ground. He backed up against the wall and fell. Reality flickered from his eyes as the endless prison vibrated beneath his feet. Walls cracked open and floated chaotically into an abyss above his head, where black holes consumed the stars. The universe gasped for purpose and folded unto itself, shaking its head in denial. This couldn’t be right. There had to be a reason to all this. This plane of terror must contain something, anything within its walls of pure torture. He sobbed, asking for forgiveness, but his pleas were eaten by the clay. From the distance, something approached.

He stared into the eyes of a small frog. Bewildered, the man watched as the creature hopped past him. Why and how was there any sort of living creature in this abyss? He followed. Confused, the air became easier to breathe. The halls were easier to see. Everything became strangely familiar. What in the world was going on? As they turned the corner, something completely unexpected appeared. Here, out of all places, sat a tree next to a small pool of water. He was certain this desolate place held nothing but death. As he placed his bloody hands against the bark, he grew astonished. It was real. He quickly drank some water and laughed. Sitting with his new friends, he felt hope. After all the fighting, the days of trenching through sand, an oasis had offered itself to the man, deep within the walls of a forgotten realm. He let out a deep sigh and fell asleep under the branches. His journey may not have been over just yet, but the hurdles of darkness had been conquered on this day. Tomorrow, he would continue his battle for discovery and dive deep into the cauldron of the unknown.

- Story written to Wizards Cauldron, an intricate psycore adventure crafted by psytrance wizard CinderVOMIT.