Sep 16, 2024
Glassface - Hall of Echoes
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Glassface - Hall of Echoes
One of these days I'm going to find a mask that's close enough to Glassface's mask, so I can cosplay a version him. There's a perfect setting not too far away.
Unfortunately my shoes can only give me so much height. But I have a top hat with lace trail and the coat.
The realm was born of magic pooling in a nook of reality, gathering mass until it took shape and will. Beings of hunger they created themselves homes, taking inspiration from worlds they flowed through. Bottom feeders of magic, deprived and starving, they dragged life from other realms, but their teeth were blunt and much escaped or wasted. The beings gathered that waste and made creatures of them, hunters to feed on prey, as the beings leeched on the hunters.
But one hunter regained his mind. He now survives to see the realm sink back into oblivion.
So Charlie and the Chocolate Factory gave me nightmares and me afraid of the darkness in our apartment entryway. It makes sense that 20 years later when I'm writing a dark fantasy world with evil factories there may be accidental similiarities.
Those hatman posts are making think of Glassface. Though I can't call him a sleep paralysis demon because I propped myself on my elbow, looked at him and spoke without problems. Then I went back to sleep.
He was a cool character my mind made up. That's all, that's enough.
The horror isn't only in his appearance, distorted voice, and hands hidden within gloves. The alien layer covering true self. The mask of glass fused to his features, that he tried to break with fist and stone, but could not crack. His skin holds emptiness; is there any true self left within?
I should propably write another Glassface (the character I saw in a hypnagogic pseudo-hallucination, or half-dreaming and half-awake) story. I have three. Two or more is enough for a collection.
He's fun to write. A bit morally dark due to circumstances of survival.
🍷Par la glace de Dieu et la vertu divine, On devine que cette St-Valentine sirote un spiritueux datant l’âge Rougeâtre depuis les débuts des Théâtres. ❤️#bonnestvalentin #rouge #redwine #funnyface #glassface #glassme #weirdart (à Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ-YAkplrKv/?utm_medium=tumblr