FATELESS 🌓 EQUINOX

A second time, from the dingy concrete - sightless but bleeding. Oh yes, we're bleeding.

Please allow me to tell you what's transpired here in the City, and what continues to transpire. All you will have to do to understand is to listen to the sound of my voice.

You have already guessed that different fingers handle the paintbrush - art evolves, and we have evolved too. Not long ago we wove sharp wires and tied those doing the killing to the roofs and floors of our own personal Izalith. The time where this was so easy has passed, for us. I'll not say why.

But there is hope, for one is what they do and what they say.

no path is prepared for you, and the place we once knew as home is gone!

MARY. ADAM. SUSAN.

Tunneling against our will through black rock and hard soil, we reached the twin tomorrows promised to us in the ruins of our former master's house.