Mount Makab
Calling Mount Makab a mountain is like calling a dagger a sewing needle. Makab is not formed—it is inflicted. A vertical atrocity against geology and reason, this impossible spire rises from the fungal lowlands of Bluetspur and ascends beyond visibility, beyond clouds, beyond sanity. No one has seen its peak. No one knows if it has one.
It is not natural, and it is not stable—not in form, not in physics, not in time.
Makab is a wound in the world, a site where the realm of Bluetspur punctures itself and lets madness bleed outward and upward in jagged ridges of obsidian, mindstone, fossilized neural tissue, and black, veined rock that pulses with a heartbeat you feel in your bones.
Mount Makab is a towering, unknowable cognitive violation, an extradimensional monolith of pain, memory, and mutation. It is not a climbable peak but a conceptual collapse disguised as a spire—a monument to psychic entropy and cosmic despair. Those who seek it risk not their lives, but their minds, identities, and futures.
Even seeing Makab on the horizon is a choice—to either forget, or begin remembering too much.
Geography
To ascend Mount Makab is to descend into inner space. Time lengthens, angles warp. A step might take you a foot or a fortnight. Memories fail. Identity slips. Some claim they met themselves on the climb, weeping and older. Others say they found the corpses of their companions before they died.
The slopes are patrolled by neural ghosts, echoes of thoughts that never existed, flitting shapes that speak in concepts instead of words. Even the winds are weaponized—psychic static that tears through coherence and replaces it with obsession.
The mountain does not grow upward so much as it grows away—from reality, from sense, from meaning.
Sites and Features on Mount Makab
- The Spiral of Synapse: A cliff path that folds back on itself like a Möbius strip, paved in memory-stone. Each step recalls a moment you forgot—and makes you forget another in return.
- The Mouthless Choir: A cavern where the walls weep with faces—some your own—that scream in perfect harmony. Their song is irresistible. If you hum along, you may never stop.
- The Inversion Fault: Gravity reverses here, but only for your blood.
- The Oculus Crater: A yawning wound in the mountainside shaped like an unblinking eye. It doesn’t see light. It sees truth, and it weeps tears of melted thought.
No one reaches the peak and returns sane. Theories vary:
- Some say the top of Makab is where the God-Brain fell to the world in a storm of synaptic fire.
- Others claim it is the anchor that holds Bluetspur in place—drive a blade into its heart, and the domain will unravel.
- A few believe Makab doesn’t end; it curves around the back of reality and pierces the base of your skull.
Some mad prophets whisper that Mount Makab is not a place, but a direction—a vector pointing toward the Far Realm, and that every step taken on it brings that realm closer to you.
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