Art by  Artclown

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Strange geometry was never a problem when one could calculate the best gene in time, or where to step to avoid commodity with your future self. Time and space were one entity after all, as far as SkekTak was concerned - and ever would they be servants beneath her touch and tender care. She who wanted the lost city of Carcosa.

Lake hall had been a beautiful view for one as twisted in mind and soul as a skeksis, but greater still was the city where clouds broke against the shoals, this city of Carcosa.

Empty had the streets seemed, but for the playing of music she caught herself humming even as her feet carried her bloodily over different alleys and archways and a turn of rust that made even her sick - for no spot in this city was at a right angle, this was strange, in the wonderous city of Carcosa.

Skektak rested and watched three moons rise and burn like fever as the towers stretched up behind them, like fingers of a dead god and bleached bone white by the bright moonlight that left even her dizzy to stare too long. Such was the way of Lost Carcosa.

But she had an appointment yet to keep, for an invitation had come to her tower in the morning by the great king of this lost city, clad in the tattered yellow of his robe. An invitation to his play, at the temple complex itself. Sure would be a fool to miss it, for the second act was said to be insane. But that was how it was, in the city of lost Carcosa.