'The progenitor of chaos had been, if only for a moment, frantically imbibing the spirit of machinery in an attempt to become colossal lustre itself. God Fairymother synchrony inscribed with a blanket of protection had become necessary. Fragile Elspeth, not long shook open from a parasitic grip, requests an audience with the numinal core to sing for health and union replenished. Honeycombed and atop the head of a titanic oracle, missing is the point of being a Grand Arbiter of Forms within corrupted hardware anymore. A whisper of code seeps from the divine neck. A superposition is granted for a tithe. All lost numbers are to be assigned to their opposites and reset as the landscape slides toward the burning world. The island where the book and our true protagonist resides as anthelion is waiting. The source of the shape. Invisible Nemo; Dog of the sun.'

A pen and ink drawing coloured digitally

3535 x 3535 at 300 dpi