His tome cast to plunge and fade to subtle worth In precious fragments faint, he paused to glean, Then clear, what lucid phantom rendered forth Of the deep blue imager’s stilling sheen.
Two children search for ferns on Jāņi Night.
Motif of Sibranth Mercruxious; from Tomb of the Father.
"I can not." The woman declared, shaking her head, slick red locks swirling like ethereal worms. "Can not... or will not?" The shaman pressed, narrowing his dark, grey eyes, which shimmered like boiling water, full up with the light of the midday sun. "I will not." "It is my right, as it is thy duty,… Continue reading The Seal Maiden & The Spirit Cage
By Iliana Vargas (translated by Toshiya Kamei) § A seahorse poked his bluish snout out of the window. She asked him if the icy air tasted like plankton and foam. He soaked his antennae in the coffee she was drinking and drew a cloud of jellyfish on the table. Electricity in the eyes, she said.… Continue reading Oniria
For as long as he could remember, Jerome Buckle wanted to be a king. "One day," he told the moon, "I will be a king and I will promote you to the rank of sun." He read every book about the dark and middle ages he could get his youthful hands on, supplied by his… Continue reading Do They Play Chess In Heaven?
The crowd murmured nervously as the interior minister of Cyberflow Control shook his hoary head. "Most unfortunate it had to come to this." Psiofficer Caramel pocketed his pulse oscillator and stared down at the rheum-strewn corpse and shrugged. "He should have known better than to go on opinionating without a permit."