the Night-Bird's Feather
Come learn a secret that is like the rain;
like a cloud passing over nothingness.
Fable Front
I remember what it was like, being bathed in the radiance of the swan.
I remember being good.
Magical Bears Front
It’s 1952, and the Rainbow World is dead.
There’s only Shadow City now.
Invasion Front
Earth is full. There’s nowhere left
for new ordinary things to go ….
Unclean Legacy Front
The flesh is an
inconstant shelter for the soul.
Jola Front
On that first day she cannot stop creating gods; they pour from her like blood from an open wound.