One can only guess as to how these stories come to be or how they seem to spread so far. I can remember a time so long ago where communication was only through letters, telegrams and word of mouth and yet? These stories were already there circulating through the aether everywhere. Tales about secret places and the creatures that inhabit them.
My favorites of these stories have always been the tales of the Taureans and the Saturnines. A Taurean was born when a person couldn’t control their own desire to know something, especially something considered forbidden. They read a book that wasn’t meant for their eyes or they forced the darkness to tell them a secret they were never meant to hear. In both cases doing so after being warned not to. The result was a creature born of what that person was and what that desire turned them into. A Saturnine to me is worse because they’re a creature born of an innocent person and a curse.
One such story floating through aether is about and Saturnine and a secret place. Secret places are between the reality of the everyday and that which lies beyond the dusk-lands. This story involved the Secret Calcutta, or to be more precise, just outside the gates of this hidden place.