Glorious Chaos

 I was in the height of the revelry of a great festival that I encountered the gate and fell through into the endlessly shifting realm of the Archon of Chaos. I found myself on a path that constantly shifted in size, shape and type of stone.  the surrounding realm shifted as though to unseen whims with consistent laws of reality holding no sway. I saw as I traveled, I saw them. Beings of various shapes and form all engaged endless chaotic revelries. Chants, shouts, and discordant music came to me as I traveled and watched their saturnalias of madness. Some that became aware of me signaled for me to join their revelries and often I was tempted to leave the path. I felt as they signaled that if I left the path I would become lost. Lost in the wild and discordant music. Lost in an endless dream of chaos and madness. Forever to dance in lands of wild and endlessly shifting strangeness.  

I continued my journey trying to keep my feet and resist the growing desire to lose myself in glorious madness. Then I saw it an open area where a great throne of changing light was set. A being set on the great throne overlooking the madness. Around the throne blazed great fires of coruscating lights and other beings celebrating around the fires. I watched the glorious madness that surrounded me. Then I felt a strange presence focusing on me. My eyes were drawn to the being on the throne. The being was formed of shifting shadows, but I could feel it attention on me. Then I heard words in my head, words spoken like many discordant voices speaking at once. It told me that this was the realm of the Archon of Chaos, and this was not a place for me. I was in danger of being lost in the glorious, endless, and ever shifting chaos. I felt a pressure as the presence bore down and I felt myself moving. 

I came back to myself in the height of the revelries of the great festival. I remembered the glorious shifting colors and wild revelries of chaos. At first, I felt the great festival dull and lifeless by comparison but as the vividness of the memories fade. The revelries become more enjoyable.