Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.