Masks of Adas
Doodo's Notes on Kieran Prin
At his sister’s insistence, Mr. Kieran Prin visited me this morning. He deprecates the importance of his state of mind, but concedes that he has had some trouble sleeping due to a recurring dream in which he hears a distant voice calling his name. Prin moves toward the voice, and has to struggle through a web-like mist in which the caller is understood to stand.
The caller is a man — tall, dark-skinned. An inverted ankh blazes in his forehead, but his features are unclear. The man extends his hands to KP., his palms held upward. Pictured on his left palm, KP sees his own face; on the right palm KP sees an unusual, asymmetric pyramid.
The caller than brings his hands together, and KP feels himself float off the ground into space. He halts before an assemblage of monstrous figures, figures of known sentient beings, but all with strange animal limbs, mismatched heads, or even no heads at all. All of them circle a pulsating ball of red energy, which KP recognizes as another aspect of the calling man. The ball draws him in; he becomes part of it, and sees through eyes that are not his own. A great triangle appears in the void, asymmetric in the same fashion as the vision of the pyramid. KP then hears the caller say, “And become with me Sith’ari.” As millions of odd shapes and forms rush into the triangle, KP wakes.
KP does not consider this dream a nightmare, although it upsets his sleep. He says that he revels in it and that it is a genuine calling, although my strong impression is that he actually is undecided about it. An inability to choose seems to characterize much of his life.
(2 months later)
He calls her Meru, Anastasia, and My Priestess. He is obsessive about her, as well he might be — exterior devotion is certainly one way to ease the tensions of megalomaniacal contradictions. She is certainly a rival to my authority.
(3 months later)
If I do not go KP threatens exposure. If I do go, all pretense of analysis will be lost. What then will be my role?