What it's like to be again No longer a ghost A will, a whispered echo A memory of skin A texture barely rendered Still not focused in A...

A machine-man brought to life. Built in a world submerged. Industrial. Used. But brought to life by something unexpected. The spark, like...

Vines on tongues Torrent thorns Tearing skin And wearing bones Gathering storms Petrichor Tasting thunder's Endless roar Bridge to...