Pars Prima: Exsecratus
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
—Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
CONTENT WARNING ‼️
THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERING ELEMENTS SUCH AS GORE, SUICIDE, VIOLENCE, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY
Caligo is Latin for a dense mist or darkness that hides even your hands. It's despair and mystery, a dark sorrow stained with poetry.
Some memories are better left buried in the inaccessible corners of our minds, those that bring vivid images of an unwanted past or bittersweet scents of our mistakes. Mistakes we wouldn't have made if we'd known what maddening rage was about to fall upon us, like a painful, slow-burning death. But the terrible paradox is that avoiding them is impossible until they happen. Still, we wish we could change reality, and when we can't, all we have left is to erase or hide those memories forever.
