''Twin galaxies arrived at the shore erratic. The motherboard slept along the coast, residing in a secret basement buried. Decades have somehow passed since the seed was dawn-painted, wrestled with through a war and then stowed away in a dark globe upon this beach. The author unseen removed a glove that day and a countdown began. Irradiation of the incetardian join would come swiftly on the eve, sneaking into the vault unhexed and brazen. Equipped with all manner of unhinged reflective magic, their intent is dark. Though visible in this frame display, in reality Elspeth is the sleeping child in the orb. Neither shadowsplit nor violent, she is immeasurably deft in procedures procured from a kingdom beyond the veil. A master of forms and sleep. Tarsier senses shifting abruptly from the spiral signal brilliance contracting within the loom, waking the deity of ink and paper. Today is always the ignition of an age.' A pen and ink drawing coloured digitally 3535 x 3535 at 300dpi