As you approach Brigadoom, the mist closes in around you.
You are no stranger to liminal places, but as you walk into the mists, you walk into silence. Soon you cannot see your feet; soon you cannot see your hand in front of your face...
...then swiftly the mists depart, to leave you on your way out of Brigadoom, completely turned around, even though you are sure that you have travelled only in a straight line.
You begin to summon the energies of destruction around you, as you enter the mists again; you are slightly outside Brigadoom when you do so, but it appears that without them you will never get any closer.
Chanting a low, continuous chant, channelling and summoning the sweet and vicious mercies of the Silkworm, you walk forwards into the mists.
You can feel the power building within you, but this place is blanketed - protected, infused, saturated - with another power, and they struggle against each other as you put one foot in front of another, slowly, determinedly.
The mist gathers around you in solidifying tendrils, always gentle, but increasingly insistent; there is a great feeling of sorrow, of an awesome and inspiring love that would take you to amazing heights and soaring vistas of creativity, if only you would accept it....
...and as you reject it, as you struggle against it, as you try to keep the rhythms of purgation in your mind, it turns you around and you find yourself walking out of the mists once more.
Outside of Brigadoom, you can still feel the power the Silkworm has entrusted you with - the growing plants in your immediate vicinity writhe around each other, small animals fight each other to the death - but the construct that squats in Brigadoom's hidden centre has power greater than it, and with which it cannot co-exist.
A lone, red-scaled figure - She-Whose-Words-Are-Envenomed-With-Truth, of the Horde of He-Who-Shall-Devour-The-Sun - attempts to enter the mists around Brigadoom.
Her first attempt swiftly results in her misdirection and return in the direction from which she came. With a low chant in a quiet voice, she makes a second attempt, and disappears from sight and sound for some hours.
Eventually she is returned to the outskirts, the remains of some aura of power around her which causes the plants to twist themselves into strange shapes and the small creatures of the land to attack and consume one another with greater recklessness and violence.
The aura does not extend beyond her immediate vicinity, and it swiftly fades.
A lone, red-scaled figure - She-Whose-Words-Are-Envenomed-With-Truth, of the Horde of He-Who-Shall-Devour-The-Sun - attempts to enter the mists around Brigadoom, but her attempts are rebuffed.