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𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.
Pinned
All things serve The Beam.
As we draw ever closer to The Tower, I find myself wondering:
Are we approaching the beginning of the end, or approaching the end of the beginning?
Mayhap the two are one and the same.
Are we approaching the beginning of the end, or approaching the end of the beginning?
Mayhap the two are one and the same.
January 13, 2026 at 11:04 PM
As we draw ever closer to The Tower, I find myself wondering:
Are we approaching the beginning of the end, or approaching the end of the beginning?
Mayhap the two are one and the same.
Are we approaching the beginning of the end, or approaching the end of the beginning?
Mayhap the two are one and the same.
Reposted by 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧
January 11, 2026 at 1:21 AM
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴; 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥
December 21, 2025 at 4:02 AM
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴; 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
November 22, 2025 at 3:22 PM
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
Tooter-fish popkins.
October 28, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Tooter-fish popkins.
September 12, 2025 at 12:57 AM
August 29, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Walter Padick. Richard Fannin. Marten Broadcloak. Randall Flagg.
Evil wears many faces.
Do not trust any of them.
Evil wears many faces.
Do not trust any of them.
August 4, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Walter Padick. Richard Fannin. Marten Broadcloak. Randall Flagg.
Evil wears many faces.
Do not trust any of them.
Evil wears many faces.
Do not trust any of them.
“…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧."
August 3, 2025 at 2:40 AM
“…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧."
Fragments of memory: A barren, alkali land. The bitter smell of dead water.
Walter’s voice.
“𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘦𝘷er 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.”
Walter’s voice.
“𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘦𝘷er 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.”
July 19, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Fragments of memory: A barren, alkali land. The bitter smell of dead water.
Walter’s voice.
“𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘦𝘷er 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.”
Walter’s voice.
“𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘦𝘷er 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯.”
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
July 19, 2025 at 8:33 AM
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩.
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮-𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.
#thedarktower
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩.
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮-𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.
#thedarktower
July 9, 2025 at 10:59 PM
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩.
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮-𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.
#thedarktower
𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩.
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮-𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.
#thedarktower
July 4, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Ka-tel to ka-tet: Cuthbert Allgood and Alain Johns.
Gone now from these worlds, but not from memory.
Gone now from these worlds, but not from memory.
June 24, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Ka-tel to ka-tet: Cuthbert Allgood and Alain Johns.
Gone now from these worlds, but not from memory.
Gone now from these worlds, but not from memory.
“Did-a-chick? Dad-a-chum?”
May 23, 2025 at 2:30 AM
“Did-a-chick? Dad-a-chum?”
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚.
February 25, 2025 at 12:48 PM
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚.