Come with us
We are scattered children brought by hook, trick or saber to that other place where danger and beauty coalesce. Misfit but disforgotten, distressed but unbroken. A weakened muscle strengthens bit by fit
Feelings clash and old sensations confound all — this is a place where truth slithers and is thereby real. Creation is inconvenient always, galactic and subatomic. A crow glides antiperturbed, and we are spellbound
Harbinger