Spectacle Unleashed
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
The candelabras lining the walls cast red light over the echo of a conflict. The rug...
[Vacant] An oboe sits on a chair near the conductor’s music stand. A woodwind...
The door opens obligingly as you approach, a soft chime heralding your arrival—to the...
The gentle notes of a harpsichord are joined by heavenly voices and the searching drone...
A chorus of harmonious strings weaves a mystifying melody. The mood is journeying and...
The world slows around you. Sounds become muffled—as if you’ve plunged...
Summary coming...