hardcore technology, wrapped up in spades on the outer perimeter alone. did you ever think you would see isolation unbound, from all possible futures chosen you chose this one, permutations have come to a sudden stop and the area is no longer black or white but grey.
the butterfly kingdoms, the veil of glamours, the elfish queens and their proxy's dance around a wreckage from a future past, a burnt out shell from a helicopter war, an army of metal machines and beasts. the landscape is filled with terror and treason but the flutter of wings is louder.
the sayer reads entrails the astronomer the stars, a golden orb of flame sends out heat and light to a dark frozen universe and a small pocket of life somewhere out in spiral arms, a swirl of colour and breath. the futures meet the past now.
some say we were monsters some say just men, some say we absurd and others precise philosophical thinkers gone mad with burden. i'll leave it for historian schoolers and researchers to determine the truth of it all, i care not for labels and judges. here in the realm of the dragon and unicorn the three eyed man is king, here in the domain of the heart sits a mind where in the empire of intellect the throne is empty. only a fool would dare claim it, an idiot and jester and joker in the pack.
over the edge, into ravine, the cliff face below our feet, for infinity does not scare the man with the dog at his heel. it is elf and pixie and the fey folk guiding the dreamer. come away, come away, they whisper and breath, you're the stolen child and it took many years for you to know this.
dabbling in the ways of men, looking and learning their ways, reaching out to understand, only being burnt at the stake, what can one learn from such beasts?