#ixigol

[darth-maul-of-dathomir]

My hands tremble as I type this, a follow-up as it were, to my exploration of the unknown valley.

It was a vergence.

The trick, should anyone follow in my footsteps, is to walk the length of the valley again and again. You must stop seeking something specific, and let the path guide you. There is a... quiet tug. You will feel it.

Between one lap and the next a gap formed in the wall between the weathered carvings. It went down very, very far. It took me days to reach the bottom.

When at last I sat down at the bottom of a rough spiral staircase, I meditated. A blink of time, maybe less, and I sat instead in a cavernous room with a throne. I explored it in my curiosity, taking holos and reading the ur-Kittât on the walls.

What I learned was... fascinating and raw.

The throne kept drawing me back, a beguiling call like the comfort of a lover's promise. This gradually grew stronger until resisting it was all I could do. That seat of power longed to be mine, but I could feel it's poison, it's chains.

They were not the kind that could be broken once borne, so I refused them. There are always other paths to power. The denial left me breathless and shaking, unable to move.

There came a point where I had enured myself to the compulsion, and began to inch away. Finding the way back was... not simple. It required intent, and using movement as metaphor.

I am finally seeing the sun for the first time in what feels like weeks. If you come seeking the vergence...

I advise you not to sit on the throne.