A succession of blinding flashes light this darkened chamber, making
memories of nostalgia, chemicals and powder explode and resonate in the
depths of this hollow can. Rectifying my mortal self, in this covered
aurum I see my spiritual self, pure, unaltered, fragile, beautiful.
Twins in our understanding of one another, we speak in simultaneous
chorus - symmetric muscles, parallel universes, and inverted realities
collide:


A million thoughts
a thousand emotions
a hundred feelings
a dozen pieces
six senses;
a single reflection.

Blue glass and blackened onyx, primal urges, the ego, superego, and id
converse, talk and play with their natural opposition, meeting
seamlessly in shards of silver and scattered glass.

And as the firm hands of life's unforgiving realities pull me back, he
waves farewell, perfection returning to his transient portrait frame.


-High Prince of Ulangi, Nighty Nightshadow Thalion

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lleian, in the year 125 MA.