Quietus Island

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Amidst the Endless Sea, embraced by the cold waves, lies a lonely island. Its shores gleam as white as bone and its wild cliffs are laid bare by the winds at play. Only every once in a while, the shriek of a seabird violates the deep silence. In the centre of the island there is a lagoon, as round as the full moon and calm as the surface of a mirror, and on its shores is a village where the skeletons live. And when comes the Autumn and the endless rains, every single self-respecting skeleton escapes to the shelter of small stone houses and settles down to enjoy the blackberry tea in the warmth of the fire. The wind may moan alone in the hollows of the dry stone walls and rustle the jackdaw nests in the towers of the Ruinfort Castle…

Once upon a day, it just appeared on my bedside table, that miraculous, enchantingly beautiful being. Its huge, pink-tinged wings trembled in the faint draft and the hollows of its small skull stared at me, plaintively.

The autumn of 2015 was guilding the leaves outside. My suitcase was lying on the floor, along with a nebulous lump of clothes and various items of equipment. I had just arrived from my first trip to Quietus Island and it was self-evident that this creature had been smuggled into my dimension amongst my possessions.

I stared at the charming creature, my heart bounding and sweat breaking out on my forehead. The creature quivered its wings and pressed them against its back. It rolled up its proboscis into a tight knot and cringed like a timorous animal. But an animal it wasn’t, as I well knew. No, even if it clearly resembled a butterfly. I had never seen such a creature alive but I had heard rumours and seen pictures…

I was certain that what I saw before me was a mythical Quietus Moth.

Unfortunately, I was certain of some other things as well, like the fact that whoever captures or hurts a quietus moth will be meted out the harshest punishment possible.

I saw its wings already begin to wither…

Unable to think of anything better at that moment, I carefully placed a glass cloche over the poor thing, to prevent it from flying away or hurting itself. I tried to feed it with everything I had in my house but it turned its head away. I studied it, enchanted. Its spine was formed of tiny vertebra and it had delicate little shoulder blades to which its wings attached. It even had hipbones… While gazing at its grasshopper-like legs I suddenly noticed that one of them was sturdier than the others. I peered closer and realised that the creature had a roll of paper attached to that leg.

I lifted the glass cloche and tried to remove the tiny roll but my fingers were too clumsy. I cursed under my breath and hurried to fetch the tweezers from the bathroom. With extreme care, I removed the paper from the trembling quietus moth and unrolled it on the table. The hand-written text was so small that I could barely read it. It was an assignement…

And let me tell you this: that assignement has been the most unusual and most unbelievable one so far, and it still continues. It happens simultaneously in three dimensions, which strongly influence each other, making my job extremely challenging and interesting. And crazier still, one of the worlds is quite unpredictable! It does, so to speak, whatever comes into its head. Not immediately, thank goodness, but with a slight delay and advance warnings which is, essentially, the prime reason why I’m still alive.

At the moment, I cannot talk about the other two worlds at all, only about Quietus Island. Which is, indeed, a strange place filled with a certain magical witchery I have never encountered before! It is a world of twilight zones, oddly placed just on the other side of thought, making it impossible to be entirely understood. My assignement there will be long and dangerous, and it will cost me a great deal. However, some things cannot be measured by money or time, but by their beauty and significance. And in the case of Quietus Island, any measurements would be inadequate.

I shall travel to the island soon enough, and many times after that. And as my duties oblige, I will collect ethnographical information from my travels. That is to say, stranger, if you wish to follow my journey and be informed about this miraculous place, stay tuned. And by such means, also take a look at the items inspired by Quietus Island. The more I travel, the more peculiar products will be presented in the shop.

This is only the beginning…

Oh, and don’t worry about the quietus moth! I had it returned to its own world before it was too late and, when doing that, I was honoured to be the first human being from all the universes to see the place where this ravishing creature, and thousands of its kind, live their extrodinary lives…