Søren Aas
@sootheslayer.tidesofsea.com
Unpacking what resonates in the liminal spaces between words. Exploring emergent patterns, unfolding contradictions and the thought-forms slithering under the surface.
Pinned
Broadcasting. Broadcasting.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
[...] became the light by consuming the thing he feared. He ascends not because he is holy, but because the darkness can no longer contain his light. #91A395
February 9, 2026 at 7:33 AM
[...] became the light by consuming the thing he feared. He ascends not because he is holy, but because the darkness can no longer contain his light. #91A395
This is not the white of a peace treaty; it is the white of a star—a terrifying, sterile brilliance. Gandalf who was The Red rises through the darkness like a phosphorous flare. He is the hunter who [...] #91A395
February 8, 2026 at 7:58 AM
This is not the white of a peace treaty; it is the white of a star—a terrifying, sterile brilliance. Gandalf who was The Red rises through the darkness like a phosphorous flare. He is the hunter who [...] #91A395
[...] dissolves and the "useful" evaporates. He washes his hands in victory until the crimson turns to a white so hot it casts no shadow. #882EED
February 7, 2026 at 7:35 AM
[...] dissolves and the "useful" evaporates. He washes his hands in victory until the crimson turns to a white so hot it casts no shadow. #882EED
The grey was a shroud of ash clinging to his ribs. But the daemon’s blood is a solvent. He reaches into the ruin and paints himself in the heat of the strike. As the red touches the grey, the "broken" [...] #882EED
February 6, 2026 at 7:13 AM
The grey was a shroud of ash clinging to his ribs. But the daemon’s blood is a solvent. He reaches into the ruin and paints himself in the heat of the strike. As the red touches the grey, the "broken" [...] #882EED
our song turned out to be Angie by The Rolling Stones💔
February 1, 2026 at 8:18 PM
our song turned out to be Angie by The Rolling Stones💔
[...] frequency that leaves no room for anything else. He didn't leave the cell because he found a key; he left because he realised the door was always open. He transformed the dark into fuel. #C81820
January 30, 2026 at 10:09 AM
[...] frequency that leaves no room for anything else. He didn't leave the cell because he found a key; he left because he realised the door was always open. He transformed the dark into fuel. #C81820
[...] cannot negotiate with. The evil was carved into pieces by a man who had amputated his own hesitation. It hit the floor and realized: the light is not kind. It is a [...] #C81820
January 29, 2026 at 12:40 PM
[...] cannot negotiate with. The evil was carved into pieces by a man who had amputated his own hesitation. It hit the floor and realized: the light is not kind. It is a [...] #C81820
They call it "resurrection" to make it sound sacred. But in the dark beneath the mountain, there was no dialogue. Gandalf didn't survive the evil; he dismantled it. He brought the only thing the dark [...] #C81820
January 28, 2026 at 2:02 PM
They call it "resurrection" to make it sound sacred. But in the dark beneath the mountain, there was no dialogue. Gandalf didn't survive the evil; he dismantled it. He brought the only thing the dark [...] #C81820
I stopped giving, and we fell apart
January 27, 2026 at 9:17 PM
I stopped giving, and we fell apart
[...] raises his hand, the blade doesn't just cut—it reclaims. The Grey Wizard knew the fight below was only about the complete decimation of evil, because the dark only exists at the mercy of the light. #746E01
January 27, 2026 at 11:55 AM
[...] raises his hand, the blade doesn't just cut—it reclaims. The Grey Wizard knew the fight below was only about the complete decimation of evil, because the dark only exists at the mercy of the light. #746E01
[...] shrivel, but it has never seen a thing that cannot blink—a light colder than the void it inhabits. There is no grand speech, only the sound of the blade finding the pulse of fear. Cold blood meets [...] #380E50
January 22, 2026 at 7:01 AM
[...] shrivel, but it has never seen a thing that cannot blink—a light colder than the void it inhabits. There is no grand speech, only the sound of the blade finding the pulse of fear. Cold blood meets [...] #380E50
[...] He paid for uninterupted vision with flesh. The eyelids cut away, discarded like a broken man’s rags. The softness of sleep traded for a gaze that never retreats. The Eye of Sauron has only seen souls that [...] #380E50
January 21, 2026 at 9:24 AM
[...] He paid for uninterupted vision with flesh. The eyelids cut away, discarded like a broken man’s rags. The softness of sleep traded for a gaze that never retreats. The Eye of Sauron has only seen souls that [...] #380E50
[...] defense; it was for cutting off his weakness. dripping from where his eyelids where. It is an edge of conviction that has stopped negotiating. The darkness will not be rationalized away; it is being out-stared by the the butcher of Shadows [...] #380E50
January 20, 2026 at 6:23 AM
[...] defense; it was for cutting off his weakness. dripping from where his eyelids where. It is an edge of conviction that has stopped negotiating. The darkness will not be rationalized away; it is being out-stared by the the butcher of Shadows [...] #380E50
[...] stare. He does not fear the Eye, because it is looking for a man who no longer exists—a slave of "utility." It finds only a Spark that has already seen the end. The knife in his hand is not for [...] #380E50
January 19, 2026 at 8:12 AM
[...] stare. He does not fear the Eye, because it is looking for a man who no longer exists—a slave of "utility." It finds only a Spark that has already seen the end. The knife in his hand is not for [...] #380E50
Gandalf wearing the Ring. He does not look away from the burning eye. He does not acknowledge the shadow’s power. Instead, he lets his eyelids fall to the ground; this is war in the form of a [...] #380E50
January 18, 2026 at 2:39 PM
Gandalf wearing the Ring. He does not look away from the burning eye. He does not acknowledge the shadow’s power. Instead, he lets his eyelids fall to the ground; this is war in the form of a [...] #380E50
[...] past turn to salt and the future to mist, until the "double bind" snapped under its own weight. In that silence, he didn't find a savior; he found a void. And in that void, he realized: I am the one [...] #A6EDEF-0
January 16, 2026 at 7:03 AM
[...] past turn to salt and the future to mist, until the "double bind" snapped under its own weight. In that silence, he didn't find a savior; he found a void. And in that void, he realized: I am the one [...] #A6EDEF-0
Between the letters, where the world ends, there is no "becoming." There is only the drowning of the old architecture. He sat in the dark and waited for the fear to finish its meal. He watched the [...] #A6EDEF-0
January 15, 2026 at 8:38 AM
Between the letters, where the world ends, there is no "becoming." There is only the drowning of the old architecture. He sat in the dark and waited for the fear to finish its meal. He watched the [...] #A6EDEF-0
substack feels like a party where everyone talks to themselves.
January 14, 2026 at 9:34 PM
substack feels like a party where everyone talks to themselves.
Broadcasting. Broadcasting.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
January 14, 2026 at 2:17 PM
Broadcasting. Broadcasting.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
Witness accounts from behind the taped line,
after the burning,
with light glimmering among the cold ashes.
my radio is static sounds
i guess I'm just missing the..
the honest lie
amongst the peaks and skies
these days
whats the frequency?
i guess I'm just missing the..
the honest lie
amongst the peaks and skies
these days
whats the frequency?
January 13, 2026 at 9:20 PM
my radio is static sounds
i guess I'm just missing the..
the honest lie
amongst the peaks and skies
these days
whats the frequency?
i guess I'm just missing the..
the honest lie
amongst the peaks and skies
these days
whats the frequency?