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Another moment of disturbing clarity. |
| A Galaxy in the Next Room A cemetery wallows in a dark wood forest while the tears of a thousand cats create dew in the absence of leaves. A small boy of no particular design or fancy listens to the click-a-clack of automata configured by clockwork match men. Forms and Shadows. Smoke and Mirrors. Those moments when the walls crack and the worm bleeds. The boy rolled over in bed and tried to close his eyes. Macabre Magpie |