Oblique to the paths that give on to other dimensions, and beyond them, there lies a region which the author has termed the Mauve Zone. Mystics, magicians, sorcerers, artists of many kinds have – over the centuries – skirted it, stumbled upon it, and fled from it. Very few have penetrated beyond it and survived, or cared to leave any record of the experience. Those that did, have had to present their accounts as fiction, or discover a new means of communication – via wierd art, symbols, hieroglyphics, signs which fellow pilgrims alone might recognise.