Picture your consciousness as a galaxy of stars, revolving around a supermassive black hole, the gravity of which anchors it in reality.
Now, imagine that supermassive black hole swelling enormously in size, growing and expanding until it devours all the stars in the entire galaxy.
Imagine a monkey, beaten half to death by the rocks thrown by cruel children. As its life flashes before its eyes, it conjures images of the antagonistic human society being devoured by war and destruction, the collapse of the world by their ignorance. Now come to realize that it is a reflection.
That is what tanasinn is like.
Imagine you are having terrible nightmare. It's terrible, but it's terrible only to you and no other. It's a horror custom made for you by your own mind. The content is not important, but the fear is. When you wake, you wake in a room on a bed. It is your bed, but it is not your bed. It is your room, but it is not your room. With effort, you realize you have not awoken at all, but are still asleep and have dreamed of an awakening. The question remains if you are to wake and be greeted with reality, should you get out of bed or go back to sleep. You decide to do both, and you fall backward through the bed as the sheets envelop your body. It's dark, but it's not dark. You're awake, but you're not awake. You are dead and being cremated. As flames disintegrate your flesh, a scream echos through your mind but not does not escape your lips which, even if you could speak, have been glued shut. You black out once more, and awaken at dawn. As the mingled ashes of bone and oak are scattered on a beach by the one you've left behind, you finally understand:
Studies have shown that on a quantum level, the universe exists in a multidude of possibilities. It's is only until such a state is measured that it's outcome can be revealed. So, when you are the last human being on Earth, you realise that just past the horizon is a boiling infinity that you can never reach. until you close your eyes
That is what tanasinn is like.
Imagine that you are alone in the universe. And imagiζe thaζ ζζζeζ aζeζζζwζ ζζζ ζζζζζ ζζζ ζζζζζ ζζζ ζζ ζζζ ζ ζζζζζ ζζ ζ. Tζs is what taζasinn ζs like.
Too much thinking. Notζeζghζζfeelngζ ζζζζ
Picture yourself, in every moment of your life, passing from place to place and time to time. Picture those places and times and picture what happened to them. Has the past gone away when you left it? Is this true, can you not go back? If so, surely this can be the same way for places as it is for time. Imagine that when you leave a room, or simply turn away, a multitude of tiny organisms deconstruct the reality you can't see, and it ceases to exist. At the same time, the organisms weave together a new world wherever you go and for whatever you look at out of the material of that dead reality. This of course implies the back of your head does not exist either. So how does it seem familiar? Because when the back of your head does not exist, these organisms may restructure your brain directly in order to create the feeling of familiarity and of memory.
I just felt
Imagine that you are typing and ζ appears at random intervals. Now imagine that you can't use delete or backspace. That is what tanasinn is like
Zantar is an arcade game
Zantar is a gelatinous cube
Zantar eats warriors in a village
Zantar eats a chieftain and