My name isn't important. Just call me Geek – the stationary traveller.
I live in an apartment block in one of your European council estates,
doesn't matter which – maybe somewhere near you.
I never go out. I eat pizzas, drink soda and sit, day and night, in front of my screens.
Television, Internet, CCTV, webcams, smartphones – I have seen you at home,
I have seen you on the social networks – I know you, I know everyone.
Today I'd like to tell you some of the good stories I've recently discovered, recorded and
documented from the Web of information – that ocean of your fantasies.
A figure, you see, is emerging – a pattern, a meme – the shadow of a great Black Sun,
an eclipse of reason, stretches out over the deserts and the cities, and still you see nothing.
It's all hidden, of course – it’s occult ! But there are some who know – those whom the Black Sun has touched – whether they wanted it or not, whether they enjoy it or not – your neighbour, your office co-worker, a bum in the street – your head of state, your husband, your children – maybe they too have a “Black Sun in their mouth”.
But you couldn't see it.
Here are some of the stories ladies and gentlemen – tales from the other side of the coin.
Necromancy, cybermagic, spells, psych powers – all these things are very real, as long as one can see.
You will find them at the corner of the street, at work, at the supermarket – in your children's video games
and the tabloids' suggestive columns. The Black Sun is everywhere, can touch anyone –
some will be destroyed by it – others will find its Arcanas, and tortuous paths to power.
Pray you don't recognize yourself in one of these stories – or on the contrary, hope to be touched.
It's all up to you. As to me, I couldn't care less – I'm not a sentimental person.
Oh, one last thing: like opium, the Black Sun has some notorious virtues of firing up the senses,
stirring up passions and reflecting fantasies – it's very inebriating.
All that just to say: put the rugrats to bed first, huh.