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The Web of Temptation does not pursue, it is approached...

It does not call to you. It allows you to notice it. This configuration is not a device of force, nor of command. It exerts no will upon the unwilling. Instead, it presents a path that is subtle, inviting, and incomplete. One that the mind feels compelled to follow. The upper configuration, marked by the spiral, is believed to represent the initial descent, the moment curiosity becomes intention. Those who engage with the object often report no fear. Only fascination. The patterns seem to suggest movement. Not of the box...but of the observer’s thoughts. Prolonged exposure results in a growing awareness of the secondary panels. An unblinking eye embedded within flowing forms. And beyond it, figures entwined...not in union, but in restraint. By the time this distinction is understood, the subject is no longer observing the configuration. They are participating in it.

The Lore (the Eye). "Awareness comes too late." Symbolizes recognition of presence. Many claim the eye does not move...yet never appears in the same place twice.

The Snare (the Embrace). "What holds you was shaped by your own wanting." Depicts the first state. The figures appear joined, but closer study reveals tension as if each is attempting to separate, and cannot.

The Draw (the Spiral). "You do not fall. You follow." Represents the initial pull of curiosity, of desire, of the step forward. Subjects report a sense of calm focus when observing this face.

Search "Horror" on my page and you will see just how crazy this horror collection has grown & accumulated OR search "Hellraiser" for my collection of configurations and their associated lore (if you dare).

The Temptation Configuration:

The sheer amount of horrendous things my ex said about me is astounding. There were so many lies that when she admitted to me she was a compulsive liar (and serial cheater) I never knew just how bad it had been. I wanted, needed, to give her the benefit of the doubt. She would say such sweet things to me about how I treated her, took care of her, cared for her family, and provided for her so much that after I told her to leave she desperately wanted to come back. She even asked me to buy an apartment so she could live in it.

And there were many times I missed her and wanted her to come back. But almost 2 years later I am still finding out things she said and did from others that knew her and it still manages to blow my mind. Theirs too apparently.

This in the face of me telling her that if she could just tell me the truth, all of it, I would work with her to fix things. What I just can't understand is why she simply could not. I didn't and can't understand why the truth, the whole truth, was something she was incapable of providing to me in 7+ years. The stories from her ex friends, the stories from the people she cheated on me with, the stories from her own family, and the stories from her own writings have expounded on truth that she could not give me. And to this day I am still finding out more, bit by bit.

I have stopped myself from surmising or theorizing and letting the truth roll in slowly over time. Every time I think I won't ever know anymore, another stone gets turned over.

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Things I want to say to her:

I often wonder, how could you look me in the face and tell me how I was your person, the love of your life, how no one has ever treated you or cared for you like I did or how you hate the fact you will never meet someone like that again?

How could you, when you would tell your friends (my friends), your family, your diaries and the people you were cheating on me with, the opposite? And those stories. The lies. I didn't believe it until I heard it from multiple sources. I didn't believe you could say it because I knew it wasn't true and refused to believe you would make something up. Even after you told me about your inability to stop lying. I just assumed it was about minor things.

I don't dig. I don't ask for more of these facts. They just seem to show up in my lap when I wasn't expecting them. And each time they manage to shock and surprise me.

I do wonder how you managed to keep all that hate in if all this was true. Funny enough, that's what all these same people that knew you have said as well. Why would you be so very desperate for me to take you back when all you would tell the people you wanted sympathy from is it was a nightmare. I never led the witnesses, I never put any words in any of their mouths, I let them tell me what they wished to tell me. And for whatever reason, in every single person there was a moment they switched from open listening to non-belief in what you were saying. This was due to those people knowing the facts and how they could not understand why you were lying about them and to them.

So here I am, once again in shock at learning more **TODAY** about what you had said and done, knowing that my telling you to leave was the only way to be free from living my life with a liar and thus from living a lie.

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I present:

The Abyssal Configuration

The Terror Noctis Configuration

The Temptation Configuration

Search "Horror" on my page and you will see just how crazy this horror collection has grown & accumulated OR search "Hellraiser" for my collection of configurations and their associated lore (if you dare).

Search "Horror" on my page and you will see just how crazy this horror collection has grown & accumulated.

Philip LeMarchand's original Lament Configuration & the new Genesis Configuration

(I pre-ordered both of the physical boxes with the game itself. Hopefully it comes out & they get delivered in 2026.)

Search "Horror" on my page and you will see just how crazy this horror collection has grown & accumulated OR search "Hellraiser" for my collection of configurations and their associated lore (if you dare).

The first 10 links below (this is part 1) summarize and show, via pictures and narrative, the many variations of the infamous puzzle boxes (both from canon and 'fan-tasized') from the Hellraiser series. We have such sights to show you.

Read at your own soul's risk...

Search "Horror" on my page and you will see just how crazy this horror collection has grown & accumulated OR search "Hellraiser" for my collection of configurations and their associated lore (if you dare).

https://www.tumblr.com/1cebittentwicehigh/786468830564270080/the-many-configurations-of-the-gateway-to-hell?source=share

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Do you know what I've never thought? Not once regarding our 7 years together.

I have never thought you were a mistake and I have never regretted us, nor will I, forever.

Something changed, feelings got hurt and I expressed my pain in poetry and post.

But the words that keep my sadness still are the things you have since said most.

You can say your barbs and take your actions if that will make you whole.

I will accept them as best I can as I let them hurt my soul.

This day is over and I shall wait and see,

Break it up, breaking up, before you break down

I'm not happy

Whatever that means...

I can't let you go

I build my world around you

What do you think about me & you?

And you yell at me, yell at me

C'mon say something

Is the passion dead or is it coming back...

I can't let you go

I build my world around you

What do you think about me & you?

We have to figure it out tonight

We have to figure it out tonight

When someone is your future, your person, your plan and suddenly that future feels unstable, it doesn’t just hurt your heart. It shakes your identity.

It’s a weird feeling of grief, mixed with panic, mixed with hope. That limbo is some of the worst torture because your brain can’t settle. It keeps scanning for signs. It keeps trying to fix it.

You feel like you don’t want to exist at this moment. Your nervous system seems to be in a state of shock.

When you’ve loved hard before you think you can't keep feeling this way about loss. When connection is your oxygen, even the possibility of losing it feels suffocating.

So what happens next? Emotional withdrawal wrapped in polite language. Angry words and shots that pierce your soul?

It leaves you suspended. Not fully rejected. Not reassured. Just drifting.

Ambiguity is like gasoline for depression.

So now your brain is spiraling. It hears that and thinks, leaving, lost, ending. It is anticipatory grief at its finest. At it's worst.

Does the intensity of this pain reflect how much you care?

If a dynamic isn’t sustainable long-term in its current, albiet, volatile form, does it even matter?

That’s the painful paradox.

You crave it but it exhausts you.

This evening's silence has a pulse.

It sits beside me on the empty couch and breathes where you used to sit.

The living room, if you can call it that, is still full of things, walls, windows, vases, a fireplace.

Yet somehow it is missing air. It lacks the living.

I didn’t know loneliness could have a sound.

It’s the echo after I say something and no one hears it.

It’s reaching for a hand that isn’t there and pretending I meant to stretch anyway.

I keep reliving old conversations like songs I wore thin in the shower.

Your voice woven into ordinary moments that now feel precious and gone.

I tell myself I’m strong. I tell myself this will pass.

But tonight strength feels like it is just sitting here, idling, without breaking.

Like a stagnant cloud over the house that doesn't seem to move.

If sadness were rain, I’d let it fall. If missing you were a storm, I’d stand in it without a coat.

Because at least then I would feel something louder than this quiet.