[Force?] faces blocked my ways. Pierced men weighed down by metal disks. Baboon masks, they called themselves, and they dressed as demon brides. Well aware of my needs, they gave me access to the iron slit. I saw six creatures sitting in a circle, features barely visible. They passed container 'round, refilling it and drinking more, groaning as the...Learn More

Lines unto each could spike a moth with a toothpick and walk on water. From calligrpahic text written on a wall by its master, Wang [?] learned to write with his body: thought, ink, line, curse, death. In a violent movement, words are buried. [?] snake. Moon in the stream. Surging the hopeless nightmare. Building destroyed, cycle turned. [?], the...Learn More