"From our bright and fabled Mother's hip, many eons ago we built one magical ship. Knowing your state of sorrow and plight, we invite you to sail the echoes of night."
Long Nights Moon
"Loss of the daimon collapses democratic society into a crowd of shoppers wandering the mall of mazes in search of an exit. But there is no exit without the guide of an individual direction."
„Behind him a single lightbulb failed to illuminate his shop, leaving one to grapple with frustrated outlines coming out of the darkness. Outlines of ideas in various stages of maturation; outlines of tools of the trade, machinery and immaculate order. But the outlines of memories were the most troublesome ones, for one was unsure what they could birth in their muddled depths.“
Long Nights Moon: The Waning