If, perchance, you find yourself in a field of sable, where reeds, black and dead as night, rustle as the dry wind saunters through, then remember.

If, perchance, you find yourself stepping through this field, as bits of charred and blackened bone are pressed beneath your boots into the dark, hot soil, then remember.

If, perchance, you glance up, and find yourself gazing upon violet, swirling mists upon the eternal night sky, as birds, white as bleached skull, flock across the sky, screeching out a violent chorus, and then remember.

Remember that if you walk towards the looming, treacherous forest, where no trees grow, but tall ruins of shiny black stone choke and threaten the path, that if you breathe deep and press onward, though at times the stones will block your trail, the forest will eventually thin.

Remember that if you pass through the forest, you will find yourself on the bank of a wide, screaming, and boiling river, where soot and ash turns the water grey as fog, and the liquid tugs and pulls on your feet, drawing you towards the watery depth. And remember, if you walk, at a length, along the side of the river, you will find stepping-stones. Remember that if you are careful where you place your boots, and ignore the serrated teeth that gnash in the water below, then perhaps you will cross the river.

Remember that, as the river’s yells die down behind you, you shall find yourself in the shadow of a looming, jagged, and powerful hill. Remember the grey-ash moon, which silhouettes the hill, and presses the thick, soupy darkness around you. Remember you must close your eyes, against the darkness and fear, and feel you way as you climb the steep and slippery path, which guides you to the zenith of the hill. Remember you must ignore your ears, which hear the screams of those lost, ignore your nose, which fills with the awful reek of rotting flesh, and ignore your tongue, which tastes death upon the wind.

Remember that, as you climb, eventually, the air will cool, the howls subside, the smell recede, and you will taste only a clean, pure air.

And remember to open you eyes, and find yourself not in fields of sable, nor forests of stone, nor rivers that boil, nor on a shadowed hill, but in a thin forest, where light trickles through the tree, drizzling upon verdant leaves like golden honey. Remember that, as you stand by a stream, where clear cold water flows, you will find another. They were lost too, until they found you.

And remember that, though the black world will never be forgotten, nor shall the sable skies vanish, if you exist in the company of the other, then that dark universe shall never return.