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Dive into the abyss through the explorer’s notes

• Apprehension before the dive
  Things had been calm since the last incident but we definitely weren’t. We anticipated a new crisis at any time. So much so that we arrived a day early at… Lire la suite : Apprehension before the dive
• The stone mouth mystery
  On the windswept plateaus overseeing the bright Amarina sea, where the rubble from the monumental walls piles up, one can feel the stone mouth chanting. The haunted opening lies there,… Lire la suite : The stone mouth mystery
• Amarina dive report 0-400m
  The drone’s camera has been equipped with a retractable dark filter in the hope to prevent overexposure from the bioluminescence. I will be deploying the sub alone, equipped with one… Lire la suite : Amarina dive report 0-400m
• The plumber coral
  It is quite confusing at first, stumbling upon a modest cavity that is filled with what looks like a jumbled network of pipes. Perfectly straight tubular shapes coming out of… Lire la suite : The plumber coral
• A statue on the starry plateaus
  Exploring the abyss alone is dangerous. Irresponsible and suicidal some would say. While being true the prospect that any accident, however small, could end the adventure never discouraged me. It… Lire la suite : A statue on the starry plateaus
• Subeden day 34, the stone mouth incident
  I was surveying the wind directions and rates over the lands that suround the main camp when I was drawn closer to the cavern wall by an unusual disturbance in… Lire la suite : Subeden day 34, the stone mouth incident
• The nature of the drums
  It would have been 5 am on the surface. The timid sunshine surely crawled gently on the humid carpet of moss while the trees emerged from the nocturnal chill. Despite… Lire la suite : The nature of the drums
• Stranded in Agowl
  I was left in the middle of nothing, on my side, against an irregular spire of black rock. I could breathe slowly and started moving but the recovery from this… Lire la suite : Stranded in Agowl
• The acceptance of emptiness
  I find myself in the storm drains again. Almost unwillingly, I succumb to the usual urge of the converging lines and am pulled into a lone walk. At the circular… Lire la suite : The acceptance of emptiness
• Of bark and foliage
  I’ve told the tale of peculiar blossoms and outlandish fungi whose appearance diverges so much from the green normality that they paint the picture of a foreign world within the… Lire la suite : Of bark and foliage
• Meeting the eternal
  It can understand what I’m saying. Maybe? It surely has heard my language before. If I have identified it correctly that is. But surely that is it. The translucent silverish… Lire la suite : Meeting the eternal
• The eternal ocean that vanished
  Although retraced through sparse documents and even rarer artefacts the ancients’ culture clearly appears as alien to us as the dark world it blossomed in. Concepts of arts and belief… Lire la suite : The eternal ocean that vanished
• Testificate legacy
  At first glance, the Testificate might seem helpless and vegetative yet its peculiar lifestyle is a testament to a biology far removed from our Darwinistic preconceptions. This eternal being has,… Lire la suite : Testificate legacy
• Subeden, planning and sustained survival.
  The camp has been moved to the eastern side of the cavern. There, the coast is vast and much more even. This area will be ideal for any long-term research… Lire la suite : Subeden, planning and sustained survival.
• The cage mines
  These mines are unnamed and of their origin, little to nothing is known. Absent from all archives, hidden from view, they seem to exist in a cognitive blindspot. Deep within… Lire la suite : The cage mines
• Puppet to the other world
  The drums sounded again. I did not hear them starting, as if they were never gone. Deep and frenetic like an army from lands unknown they marched through the stone.… Lire la suite : Puppet to the other world
• Subeden, Day 5: Dead waters
  Day 5 Note on the physiological effects of life in the Subeden:Despite being rich in discoveries my stay in the area had been quite uneventful so far. This environment felt… Lire la suite : Subeden, Day 5: Dead waters
• Wait for me outside
  Most days resemble each other, a peaceful routine of exploring nearby cavities, sketching maps, and maintaining the hydraulic power generator. Every now and then a minor discovery would punctuate the… Lire la suite : Wait for me outside
• Three cascades and two thoughts
  Out of the three consecutive cascades of the southern Sliin, where the waters fork and merge again, two are particularly noteworthy. Unique in their nature and absurd in their appearance… Lire la suite : Three cascades and two thoughts
• The sinister grand halls of Agowl
  No place is more unnatural than the treacherous geological scars they call Agowl. A series of vast elongated crevasses that tear through the sharp rock as if a titanic set… Lire la suite : The sinister grand halls of Agowl
• The esoteric museum of curiosity
  The dome. A place of modern underground culture and art buried overtop the Groïvern. Lost amongst other tragedies of the first world war this natural cavity was fortified and used… Lire la suite : The esoteric museum of curiosity
• The swallowed metal beast
  October the 3rd, By the time I took these notes, I had been walking for approximately two hours since my last rest amongst the shattered concrete slabs of a WW2… Lire la suite : The swallowed metal beast
• Deep dark encounter
  I encountered someone. An unthinkable event in the lands below. From almost a mile away we could distinguish each other’s lights in the straight central spine of this expansive salt… Lire la suite : Deep dark encounter
• The living dead of Seïnn
  The sandy landscapes of Seïnn must have existed for just as long as the Sliin itself. Despite not laying on the river’s main course anymore they are still hydrated by… Lire la suite : The living dead of Seïnn
• I met noone and he said:
  For sure it is a weird wayYou know the styx has much to sayTo be strolling through the linesAbout the ghostly riversides I met noone and he said, listen to… Lire la suite : I met noone and he said:
• Crazyman’s mines of Cokala
  The mines of Cokala are truly a sight to behold and an unforgettable experience in the higher layers of the abyss. While being a relatively little network in the far… Lire la suite : Crazyman’s mines of Cokala
• Subeden, Day 4
  Day 4 They are usually seen in groups of five to ten individuals though there seems to be a complete lack of interaction between them. It almost looks like they… Lire la suite : Subeden, Day 4
• Subeden, Day 1
  Here it is, the starry dark blue slopes surrounding this immense fiery surface. The sunny sea nested in bouquets of towering vegetation filled me with an alleviating warmth that one… Lire la suite : Subeden, Day 1
• Mysterious passage to new lands
  I was walking down the weak flow of rainwater in the underbelly of the city, having one-sided conversations with imaginary characters as long and twisted as the paths I was… Lire la suite : Mysterious passage to new lands
• Subeden, Day 0
  Tomorrow I will see with my own eyes the subject of many tales and fantasies. A location first encountered by a fellow pioneer in the underground lifestyle who sadly was… Lire la suite : Subeden, Day 0
• We extrapolate but never create
  As I tirelessly shuffle over the snaking concretions – careful not to fall prey to the boiling waters underneath – I feel tempted to lean into some dark theories of… Lire la suite : We extrapolate but never create
• Ostracized from light
  I had just emerged from a lengthy study of my transcripts and as the daylight started to fade away so did I. Like a drunken sailor in the bleak lights… Lire la suite : Ostracized from light
• Prominent tale in the Dome
  As one sinks deeper into the meanders and limbo of the infrastructure below the city, water, concrete, and darkness become one. In this inhospitable maze, it is said that rumors… Lire la suite : Prominent tale in the Dome
• Accident 2; Vraenk main pit
  As I tightened the linkages around my waste a deep instinct flooded my brain as if released from a crashing damn. That rope was the very fine line between the… Lire la suite : Accident 2; Vraenk main pit
• Tragedy of Vraenk
  One of the boldest attempts at breaking through the realm of reality by digging beyond its bounds was the ill-fated deep settlement of Vraenk. Its collapse was so impactful at… Lire la suite : Tragedy of Vraenk
• To Jeremy
  Jeremy was quite young when he got lost. A sudden flood of unprecedented proportions had forced him and his close ones to flee in a torrent of panic, rushing to… Lire la suite : To Jeremy
• Vagabond in time
  Eons, days, years, and lunations. Humans have shaped their conception of time to best fit their ephemeral existence. Bathing in the environmental clockwork of the surface we are predestined to… Lire la suite : Vagabond in time
• The city’s backstage
  Cities are inherently complex weavings, sponges for swarms of energetic routines. Ticking, sparking in the reassuring dissonance of mechanic rhythm. To some, it is an alienating cluster of social degeneration… Lire la suite : The city’s backstage
• Songs of the Groïvern
  There are many hidden passages throughout the world’s superficial crust that lead to the Groïvern. I can still remember to this day the narrow chasm in which I descended, amongst… Lire la suite : Songs of the Groïvern
• Immortality and degeneration
  I have long blabbered of strange creatures in my past records but out of these beasts, none is more influential to the abyss than the Testificate.  Though completely passive and… Lire la suite : Immortality and degeneration
• Peace in the drains
  Every now and then, before breaching to the surface like a sailor placidly landing on a coast he never missed, I find myself being a vagabond of the storm drains.… Lire la suite : Peace in the drains
• Sailing amongst columns of light
  In addition to being more expansive than anything conceivable by the average surface dweller, the undergrounds also push the limits of Euclidian space and structure through their infinite passages and… Lire la suite : Sailing amongst columns of light
• Nicholas of Cusa (1453)
  “I do not know what I see, because I see nothing visible. I know this alone that I know that I do not know what I see and that I… Lire la suite : Nicholas of Cusa (1453)
• Quest for a new seed
  See, ideas can only be constructed, evolved upon preceding thought and observation. It is impossible to us mortals to conceptualize an idea, plant a seed in the expanse, far from… Lire la suite : Quest for a new seed
• The cosmic garden of thought
  There is no shade to be thrown upon the extent of human imagination other than that it is inherently limited by its own extrapolative nature. In a certain way, knowledge,… Lire la suite : The cosmic garden of thought
• Prologue to the quest
  Throughout my fantastical wanders in-between worlds, at every step of my strolls, in my imaginative exploration, doubtful I remain. Why am I so hopelessly submitted to this helpless search? Why… Lire la suite : Prologue to the quest
• Light through the layers
  Not much different from the humble refuge of a shepherd’s shed among the storm-beaten highlands. So does the beaming glow of a torch feel in the endless meadows of darkness…… Lire la suite : Light through the layers
• The spectral flower tides
  One would think there’s not much to the flora of the depths. Inexistent light is an obstacle to most plant matter from the surface. Nevertheless, life in the abyss is… Lire la suite : The spectral flower tides
• The Hollows
  “Effundensque Tenebris” is the name of one of the most incomprehensible wonders of the underground. Qualifying it as a monster or even an entity would not be justified as its… Lire la suite : The Hollows
• Dripping companion
  We are so used to water as a commodity, a drink, a mere result of an open faucet. But as you head deep into the darkness it becomes more, it… Lire la suite : Dripping companion
• The Long Silver
  Time for another legend from the depths. Light is mostly absent under the urban jungle. Only rarely does the sun pierce through the thick darkness, pouring its waterfall of light… Lire la suite : The Long Silver
• Curse of the battalion
  The forgotten medieval sewers are guarded by a battalion of rats that have been cursed for as long as their sharp little minds can remember. Over time their ranks grow… Lire la suite : Curse of the battalion