Go forth, for the road is out there waiting.

Gather your belongings and don’t look back.

Adventure is there, yours for the taking.

The world is gone now. The world is gone and all that’s left is the black and the white and the endlessly twisting, ever-shifting grey. 

“You can’t reap us if you can’t reach us. Na nee na nee chirp chirp,” sang the birds.

“I need wings,” sighed...

Dusk dances in on

the coattails of a whispering breeze,

comforting,

while you continue to

Everyone always assumes I’m in disguise, but I have no desire to infiltrate. I just like wearing wool.

There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped n...