Dust on the dash
Mouth tastes like metal and ash
Motel key on a plastic ring
Keeps humming the strangest things

Billboard grins with a broken smile
Says “One more mile One more mile”
Sky bends down
Whispers in my ear
“End of the map starts here”

Down on Route 666
The road bends back and the clocks play tricks
Rearview shows what the daylight missed
Kiss of the void
Gasoline on my lips

I took a wrong turn into nothing
Now nothing won’t let me quit
On Route 666

Script: Patrick Bernauw.
Voices, music and soundeffects: Suno.

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

What if the urban legends and creepy pasta of the dark worldwide web - and beyond - came alive in the Fourth Dimension?

Listen to Bloody Mary, and you will know. And oh yeah, on a Greek island, such gorgeous mythical creatures as the Gorgons sisters appear to be still very alive and kicking. Don't you want to meet them? Of course, we couldn't let the Vanishing Hitchhiker out of this episode... 

Script: Patrick Bernauw. Voices and music of this enhanced audiobook: Suno. 


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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

That’s the danger of ghostly touchings: they don’t bruise the skin, but they can ruin your self-control in minutes.  
So listen.  
Let’s do it properly.  
No fantasy. No strain. No reaching so hard you tear yourself.  
Just concentration.
Just that exquisite discipline that makes tenderness possible across distance.  

Let's walk through the walls of this world
On the dark side of the moon
I know what I wanna do
So meet me at midnight
Ethereal erotic
Do you wanna make love to a ghost?

Script by Lisa Lomé. Voices and music: Suno.

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

Dust road humming, towers like worn teeth,
Boot prints tangle in the whispering wheat.
Found a black coin sleeping in the dirt,
Sky like a shoebox photo, yellowed and blurred.
Camera stutters—world double-exposed,
A latch in my ribs lifts, clicks, and holds.

I’m not a ghost—I’m twice alive,
I came to take back what I left behind.
The quiet sets a chair, pours water wide;
I step through the silence like an open sign.

I just recently saw the Field Where I Died,
and the wind spelled out my name in dust.
I walked away with my shadow untied,
heart like a war drum—boom, boom, trust.
Not here to haunt—here to reclaim;
I took my breath back, I took my name.

Monoliths leaning like old cathedrals,
Grass hisses secrets in rattles and needles.
Somewhere a friend called my name years away,
Measuring stick in a thunderless day.
The dog of the field gave a tired little sigh—
Even the stones seemed to nod, “All right.”

I’m not a wound; I’m the healed black line,
Stitched by the sun and a patient time.
The past unlatches, swings open wide;
I step through the doorway I once denied.

A coin. A torn photo.
A broken watch. A matchbook.
A note with a shaky scrawl.
I leave them on the gate for the next to find—
I was buried here once… I’m not buried at all. 

I just recently saw the Field Where I Died,
and the wind spelled out my name in dust.
I walked away with my shadow untied,
heart like a war drum—boom, boom, trust.
Not here to haunt—here to reclaim; 
I took my breath back—
I took my name.

Light leaks—yellow, pink, violet—fade,
Rearview towers shrink into a single blade. 
I drive with the window down, unafraid, 
The latch in my chest still open, still brave.


(Sounds, voices and music made with Suno. Script: Patrick Bernauw.)




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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

I don’t usually confess to dreams.

Not the ordinary ones—running late, teeth crumbling, doors that won’t open. I mean the other kind: the dreams that wake you up like a hand closing gently around your throat, not to choke, but to claim your attention. The kind that leave heat in your mouth and a question mark between your thighs and the terrible certainty that something has already happened… just not yet...

So here it is... Protocol Velvet, rule one: Speak it true:

"I dreamed I was marrying a stranger."

And before you interrupt—yes, I know how it sounds. That sentence wears a veil made of clichés. But this wasn’t a wedding the way people mean it in daylight.

There were no polite flowers. No sweet speeches. No bright, harmless music.

It was dark, the way velvet is dark...

Made in the AI Suno Studio's. Script: Lisa Lomé.

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

Me, visible in my window, posing where the sun sets, as Venus...

That’s the spell, isn’t it? A small, shameless myth written in light. 

Delight.

I don’t look directly at you at first. I let you have the safety of distance, the sweet cruelty of not being caught. I rest my hands on the sill and arch just slightly, as if I’m only stretching, as if I’m only a woman alone with her thoughts—but my thoughts are you.

The fabric I wear is thin. It clings, then slips, then clings again. It behaves like a lover that can’t decide whether to tease or surrender.

You watch the curve of my back. The line of my waist. The quiet way I shift my hips, as though I’m learning my own body for the first time...

(Sounds, voice & music: Suno Studio. Script: Lisa Lomé.)

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.

Dear Listener,

It began with an ordinary table. Dinner set, glasses faintly shining, wine breathing in its jug. A chair slightly pulled back, waiting for someone who never arrived—or perhaps someone had just slipped away.
Then came the hinge. Not the front door. Not the cupboard. Somewhere else.
The wall above the table rippled, thinned, and folded open. Where plaster had been, there now stood a window, opening onto no garden, no street, no world we know.
Through it leaned a figure carved from marble and myth, yet terribly alive...

If this message reaches you, know that I am still waiting here at the threshold, listening.

Wish you were here with me,
The Gatekeeper

(Voices and music made with Suno Studio. Script: Patrick Bernauw.)

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You've never seen these colors before 
A place that you've never been
We greet you at the door
Welcome to the fourth dimension
You've never been so alive
Now that you made it
Tell me
Are you stayin'? 

Patrick Bernauw is a writer of historical fiction and magical realism. He is living in Flanders, the Dutch speaking part of Belgium. Maybe he'll turn this podcast into a book someday, who knows.

This episode includes AI-generated content.