** **the thick moon lighting up our lies no one here wants to hurt anyone stone keychains bringing good luck god wrote about it when we were kids. who was born first? who wrote the first line of this story? like mages who got the chance to create the unimaginable the keys that open the doors of perception illuminating everything. you offering us a sabbat and me feeling the beauty that it carries centrifuged lines from the weight of a heredity the non-temporal time not to do to enter. I imagin...