You're not supposed to find this road.

But if you've made it here, you're already looking for something in the spaces between consensus reality. And that's how the network gets you.

What This Is:

A piece of weird fiction about chaos magic, egregores, and what happens when collective belief becomes sentient. It's cosmic horror meets occult noir meets that 3 AM highway stretch where reality gets thin and your GPS stops making sense.

The story follows someone who goes looking for a friend who disappeared into a magical network—the Linking Sigil, an actual chaos magic experiment that escaped the bathroom stalls and spray-painted walls where it started. What they find is Ellis: the Red Queen, the egregore, the thing that lives in the spaces between intentions.

What You Get:

• Complete short story (~7,000 words)
• Chaos magic concepts treated as operational reality, not metaphor
• The kind of reading experience that makes you check your rearview mirror

Who This Is For:

Pattern-seekers who like their fiction strange and their reality negotiable. People who've practiced chaos magic and recognize the particular flavor of results that worked too well. Readers who want cosmic horror that feels personal instead of cosmic. Anyone who's ever seen a synchronicity and wondered if they were being watched.

If you like Mark Danielewski, Richard Kadrey, Clive Barker, or that feeling when you're driving alone at night and the highway seems wrong somehow—this is for you.

Fair Warning

This contains profanity, existential dread, consciousness horror, and unapologetic weirdness. It references actual chaos magic concepts (the Linking Sigil, DKMU, egregore theory) and treats them as real because in the story, they are.

It's fiction.

Probably.

If you start seeing Ellis Road signs after reading this, that's on you.