Night Blooming
I like assigning images to things that don’t have them. Here’s an excerpt from Ferus Rex and an abstract wallpaper that brought it to mind.
“The pale disk of the moon slowly enlarged over the boy’s bed, casting the sleeping figure in a cold, yellow light. And when it seemed that the moon and stars were themselves in jeopardy of being drowned, there came from that blackest depth of the ocean a pulse of sound. The sound traveled up through lightless fathoms, the node of its meaning undiminished by the great distance, and it burst on the surface in a convulsive tremor of bubbles and spume… @
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