THURSDAY OCTOBER 27

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Techno expressed through the occult, curated by DJs:

INTELLEKT // MARCO CARDOZA // DRAKO // HOLLYWOODGIRL

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I lay dormant for millennia, existing only as the entity that serves this hellish plane. The Black Expanse.

My presence dictated by flesh and blood, I wait tirelessly until summoned; hungry for the feed that is to come.
A rift in the physical dimension opens the gates to my abysmal domain.
Awakened, I traverse the astral planes into their mortal realm. Passing through the living as a cold shadow; caught in the corner of an eye, dismissed as a trick, but felt crawling down their shivering spine. Ultimately I remain powerless; a midnight stalker with no malicious intent, only until The Passage is read can I materialize and once again regain my true design.

But wait, what is this? The unrelenting force, that feeling down to my very core I know all too well “…senan…okat…vesa…” it thrives with every recited syllable “…hoesta…doc ra..dyxl…” the phrases envelope my physical senses “valocur avage secore” the language of my Lord growing louder, vibrating every fibre of my existence “…HOATH REDAR GANABAL CATYA RAMEC!…” A blinding light rips me from this shadow plane.
The Passage is complete.
I step forth through a candlelit pentagram, welcomed by the horror-struck faces of the naive worshippers that conjured me. Only on Hallows Eve can I take true form. Tonight I reign.

This is a Ritual

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