OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

Clarity rings through the darkness of induced sleep. The fog of yesterday clinging to the present day. It has no hold, it has no sway, just a whiff of ancient smells. See, hear, feel, know what has changed, know what has always been. Searching for…

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, That she didn’t know what to call. Where she was no one, But sought after by all, Her people had been shackled They were called a lesser race, For as long as they…

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, Only to find herself somewhere foreign, That she didn’t know what to call. In a dimensional place That was in a strange state, Where she was no one, But sought after by all….

This simulation is not as the former this dreadful trumpet you’ll be the death of me yet across the littered ground (again, the choice is/was yours) where you will find everything you need this simulation is not as the latter I’ll send for the dreadful…