Meet Jerry. Aggressively mundane office worker. Fluorescent lighting, beige cubicle, the full catastrophe. His only escape is a glass pipe and a fifteen-minute vacation to the shimmering, golden waiting room of the DMT lattice.

He has taken this trip forty-six times. He thinks he knows the locals.

Trip forty-seven is where the cosmic joke finally lands. The Archon is a psychedelic horror story that takes the ultimate transcendent experience and twists it into an agonizing trap — because those benevolent, prismatic entities were never welcoming a tourist. They were anesthetizing a replacement.

The full script is enclosed. Eight pages. Colour progression specified. If you need more, send a transmission.

— R.H.