Death Talk at Moonsugar Gate

  • Posted on 11th February 2016,
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Zebulun’s comet flashes like a derailed pendulum. A hot stone mad with joules.

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The vast temple in the void. A slow tomb full of elegant regret. The portal is always open, is always closed. The whistle of space being compressed. We believe danger dances most truthfully when death closes its eyes before throwing the dart.