Everyone slides through Sigil sooner or later. But plenty of cutters call the Cage home, and it's their shops, trades, and peels that keep the jink flowing - and the bone-boxes flapping. A body's got to know who sells bogus goods, and who'll scrag him (or worse) just for the fun of it. 'Course, the trick is telling friend from foe. In Sigil, a fiery fiend ain't always a serpent, and a shining celestial ain't always a lamb.

2.01.2009

Chrysalis




I feel that something is changing within.


At first, it was just a mere tingling at the edge of my consciousness - but over time, the tingling became a scratching, the scratching became an whisper, and now in these final days it has become an unrelenting roar that has drowned out any other rational thought.


It is only now that I realise what it is that I had, and what came before to others.


I know that you are changing too, that you are becoming - and it is this synchronicity of metamorphosis that will mark our future paths forever.


I am terrified. I am elated.


Soon we will be together.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Count down is complete! What is the news?