Your friend does sounds troubled, my son.
The worst of it was his strange, terrible dreams.
An intelligent man studying both mathematicsno and occult folklore... no doubt it triggered his imagination.
It wasn't his imagination, Father. I think he made some kind of deal with the Devil. He'd gained abstract mathematical knowledge beyond human comprehension! We were all astounded by it, especially our teacher, Professor Upham
So many questions
Science is a vast frontier
Of theory scrutinized
Deep exploration
Of concepts we hold dear
We equate and we describe
Our calculations never end
I've insight you can't comprehend
There's a bridge to the stars
Dimensions near and far
I will go to a cosmos more immense
There's a bridge to the stars
Son, your notion's quite bizarre
Walter, you're not making any sense
Just hold on!
Mankind's preceptions are constricted by his fears
Blindness soothes the mind
Bold speculation, but your theory thuss implies
Flesh and blood of man survives
Such entry to another realm
Bound creatures, we'd be overwhelmed
On your bridge to the stars
Dimensions near and far
I'm impressed, but it's just a metaphor
There's a bridge to the stars
And places very far
It's actual, and I can show you more
Walter strode up to the blackboard and effortlessly solved numerous Riemannian equations, wich seemed to demonstrate the possibility of man litteraly stepping from one dimension to others of infinite remoteness. Proffesor Upham was astonished. I was baffled at first, but soon I could see...
There's a bridge to the stars
Dimensions near and far
We could walk where no man has walked before
There's a bridge to the stars
And places very far
Expand you mind, the world's ours to explore
There's a bridge to the stars
Dimensions near and far
We could walk where no man has walked before
There's a bridge to the stars
Mister Gilman that's quite intriguing
To explore
There's a bridge to the stars
Other students whispered about Walter in the hallways. Even the faculty were concerned for him. The learning... he was coming unhinged.
Perhaps Gilman ought not to have studied so hard.
It wasn't only that, Father. Walter lived in the very room where Keziah herself performed black magic.
My son, witchcraft and science are two sides of the same coin. Man has always hungered for the unknowable, the divine.
But Father, this isn't divine at all. This knowlede was, I don't know... profane? Unholy?
Your friend Walter's soul was in peril, my son. Yours too, perhaps. The Lord of Darkness is always present and can take many forms.
Yes, Father. Walter heard strange, unearhtly voices in the house. He said there was a creature, a horrible thing bound to the witch.
It is said witches had fimiliars, evil spirits in the form of animals.
Yes! That's it, exactly! He saw it, in his dreams.
Dreams can be a battlefield, where the holy and unholy wages war for the soul.
Walter's dreams were now becoming terrifying nightmares.

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