Ovo Eidolon from Pibloktoq by Luminous Veil

4. Ovo Eidolon


Personal journal entry by Professor Graham Evans. Undated.

I would sooner excel in the description of God, than I could the obscure nature of what I have witnessed in the hillsides of Narssarssuaq.

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A severe sense of dread enveloped the camp like the pervasive darkness of polar night. All the men desired warm rays of sunlight but knew the burden of murky air would not relinquish until long into Greenland’s dim morning hours. The company, sour with trauma, swathed Miller in a makeshift funeral cloak. His corpse, horrid with wounds, stiff with rigor, frightened every member of the research party. Graham and the others carried him beyond a rocky lump in the hillside; a feeble attempt to remedy their minds of the fright.

They had built and tended a fire from the time of Miller’s death. Huddled to the flames’ brilliance, they waited with intent to depart for the settlements in Narssarssuaq. Their hope rests on the idea of joining a caravan to Godthåb to eventually make their way home. The longest journey of their lives would now be laden with the ever-present numbness of death.

The wind was still. The fire crackled. There had not been a single utterance for more than an hour. The slow rise of the sun illuminated their haunted faces. Graham, with a far look, meagerly stood and suggested they heed the light.

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There were few things more treacherous than traversing the cold terrain with the physical demands of carrying supply and the remains of their American cohort. Exhaustion bloomed inside each of the men but nonetheless, their minds were sharp as they approached the Narssarssuaq valley - where they first encountered the lethal entity.
At the point nearest the mandrake’s crevice, they crossed a rivulet. They had not thought much of this until Shotley, their guide from the capital, questioned the flowing water; “At this time in the season, the outlets and gullies should be completely frozen.”

The party glanced at him. He gently lowered to the ground and placed his hand flat upon a grassy spot. “The ground is warm,” Shotley proclaimed. “How can this be…it should be near solid.”

In late autumn, it was highly abnormal for a tundra to sustain any perceptible warmth. It was then that the men noticed steam rising from the water and peaks of the hills. Their eyes, though intentionally resisting the urge, ultimately fixed to the hillside of the mandrake. The crevice, much larger now, billowed with steam. It was there – the entity. It was different. The fibrous nerve-like arms were now consolidated into the bodily mass. Its core was rounded and shaped as if cocooning. Graham’s mind registered it as some sort of ghostly egg; an insipid. yet translucent, white. The pale cocoon, shrouded in flowing steam, sat upright and still. Though the party was nearly fifteen meters from the entity, they could sense a pulse – a vibration stirring and warming the ground, shaking the frosted moss free of its attachments. The tremor, accompanied by an inhuman frequency, turned soils to mud and mud to clay.

The sensations grew to pain within the men’s bodies. They ran cold as their heads rang. Their unblinking eyes began to tear. A screeching guttural noise breaks out from their shaking bodies and they black out.


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[Abridged – Lyric Version]


I would sooner excel in the description of God, than I could the obscure nature of what I have witnessed in the hillsides of Narssarssuaq.

A severe sense of dread enveloped the camp like the pervasive darkness of polar night. All the men desired warm rays of sunlight but knew the burden of murky air would not relinquish until long into Greenland’s dim morning hours.

A makeshift funeral cloak - the corpse, horrid with wounds, stiff with rigor, frightened every member, [they] carried him beyond a rocky lump in the hillside; a feeble attempt to remedy their minds of the fright.
They tended a fire, huddled to the flames’ brilliance, they waited with intent to depart.

The longest journey of their lives would now be laden with the ever-present numbness of death.

The wind was still. The fire crackled. There had not been a single utterance for more than an hour. The slow rise of the sun illuminated their haunted faces. “Heed the light.”

Exhaustion bloomed inside each of the men but nonetheless, their minds were sharp as they approached the Narssarssuaq valley - where they first encountered the lethal entity.

At the point nearest the mandrake’s crevice, they crossed a rivulet, flowing water; “The ground is warm…it should be near solid.”

Steam rising from the water and peaks of the hills. The crevice billowed with steam.

It was there…
It was there – the entity.

It was different. The fibrous nerve-like arms were now consolidated into the bodily mass…as if cocooning…a ghostly egg; an insipid. yet translucent, white.

The pale cocoon, shrouded in flowing steam, sat upright and still.
A vibration stirring and warming the ground, shaking the frosted moss free of its attachments. The tremor, accompanied by an inhuman frequency, turned soils to mud and mud to clay.

The sensations grew to pain within the men’s bodies. They ran cold as their heads rang. Their unblinking eyes began to tear. A screeching guttural noise breaks out from their shaking bodies and they black out.

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