Yawned into existence, a million iterations stretching out. Littered eyeballs witnessing the fruits of alchemy yielding weaker as majick is diluted by karborn kopies seeking qwik-silver results. Dancing on the bones of pasts and futures, more owlish animals find wisdom fuelled by feasts and ferments, and enlightenment off the hoof of random path and bent map. And with the unpicking of the poetry of beasts, forgery tales spoken aloud, and coin signals neither up nor down: a path emerges. Out of the shadows: a clearing, an exhale; The Bastard Branch.
