“Those were creatures—unholy demons from another dimension.”

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A dream. I’d hoped this awful nightmare world was just a dream I was stuck in. But it was too vivid to be true. The hot air licking my skin and the rancid stench of burnt, rotten flesh stinging my nostrils was all too real for it to be any dream or hallucination. I know it sounds unbelievable, a downright fabrication or work of fiction even, but I’m telling you the world I’m describing very much exists—a nightmare realm cast deep into the shadows of the Earth where no man dare travel.

I take no delight in describing this world to you. And if I’m being honest, I find it quite hard to think about. The mere thought of what I saw that day sends shivers down my spine and makes me physically ill. Humans are not and were never supposed to know about that world. Let alone enter it.

I can still remember it like it just happened. I stood in front of the endless wall, a wretched world of death and decay in front of me, and I had to make a decision: should I continue on this ill-begotten adventure? Or should I wait for my guide, Seif, to reappear?

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how one looks at it, the environment all but immediately chose for me. For a fiery wind blew hard along the endless wall, and pushed me from behind with an immense force. It took everything I had to keep from falling to the rough, debris covered ground; which consisted of the burnt wood, ash, and various broken artifacts like pottery and glass.

I stumbled down a slight hill and managed to get my footing on solid ground. This was the moment I realized I had truly entered the “Bazaar of The Blind.” For as I gathered myself and the shock of what just happened wore off, I saw that I was now among the eyeless monsters I previously viewed from a distance.

I was instantly filled with a strong sense of dread—like I’d just come to realize I was floating in the ocean amidst a group of bull sharks. I had no idea what to do and my legs quaked beneath me like I were a baby taking its first steps. I was shaken to the core.

I took one glance back to the place I was pushed down from, but the wall I was previously standing in front of looked to be many miles away. How was it possible? I’d merely stumbled down a gentle grade, but somehow the wall shot back behind miles and miles of flaming hills. It was madness!

“This place doesn’t follow the physical laws of the world you’re used to.”

A whisper in my ears, the voice was calm and emotionless. Yet, it sent me reeling like a black widow spider had just leapt towards my face. The unexpectedness of the words caused my heart to nearly thump out of my chest. Then I recognized the lone figure standing beside me. It was Seif!

There was a lump in my throat the size of a baseball, and I was perspiring as if I were standing next to a burning building. “What is going on?” I asked the young man.

“We are here. Don’t be afraid.” Seif smiled as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Like we were just taking a trip to the local supermarket for eggs and milk. “It’s unusual, yes? But don’t be worried. These people, strange-looking as they are, mean us no harm. They are merely merchants.”

His words and lax attitude did little to ease my anxiety. And no matter how convincing he tried to sound, those were no mere merchants. Those were creatures—unholy demons from another dimension. And even though I was trapped in that world—a prisoner of circumstance forced to follow a young man with such an unnatural demeanor—I was not going to become a victim of whatever nefarious plans were made to bring me to such a horrid place. If needed, I’d fight to the death. The Bazaar of The Blind would not and could not have me.

And so, with no other choice but to follow my young guide, I began my journey through the bazaar. With smoke and a black haze encircling the ghastly market—and eyeless creatures hissing and snarling for our attention—I followed Seif as he led me through the wicked place in search of something I’d soon learn was going to lead to my demise. The ancient artifact which would make me, in spite of my bravado, another victim of that evil realm.



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