PRAYER: Holy Michael, Archangel and victor over cruel spirits, be mindful of me and lend me, I pray, thy powerful aid in binding, and above all do not forsake me. Be my safeguard against the wickedness and snares of evil. Amen.
SCROLL: Sigilized name of bindee. Maybe some personal affect from bindee. Bind scroll with vine, preferably thorned. Submerge in container of water and freeze.

Rest, The

But we are the builders of things magnificent.
We are inspired by the grossness of what we understand, and if there's anything I've learned in my time under the surface, it's that you don't get a damn thing done by wondering.

My Mother is a Child, and This is my Only Pen

I remember those days
when that
a haze in my head,
a glaze in my stare,
and a half dead icy awareness
made my company
a part of me
a body away from where the rest of me was trying to be.

I remember wondering
if happy endings were made up
fucked up
ways of building dreams
for children and other people who don't like to think about what I think about.

I still wonder, of course,
setting death aside for a moment.
Enough to try and figure
what the hell we still try for.

It's the little things, I guess.
Then further: is that enough to combat the real big rest left out there....

Probably not.

Gale Farstmein

Dark brown eyes
Studies "the language of the universe"
Mechanically intelligent
Left her mother and grandfather back home in pursuit of knowledge.

Kaanen: the center.

First Ashriya, then Denor, after were Kaanen, Neleigh, and Sirnan. To keep things going, for things could become boring on their own, all but Kaanen split in two. Samile was half of Ashriya, Netri of Denor, Daulice of Neleigh, and Arkine of Sirnan. Kaanen, however, found no peace in this splitting of the self. He felt perfectly centered as he was.
The others, his brothers and sisters as the first to exist, bore children. The children were born as halves, composed of quarters of each of their parents. This way, in the future, children could pair as a whole of their own. Kaanen loved these things called children. To him they were simple creatures, but lovely all the same.
It was Ashriya who was the first to notice the lonesome behaviour of her younger brother. She spoke with Samile, so as not to make a mistake. Together, they decided to approach Kaanen, and ask why he had not become a pair.
"I wish to remain as one on my own," he told them, "for I like myself as I am."
"But brother," Samile explained, "two exist as one, just as the balance you often seek could not exist without its opposite."
"And Kaanen," Ashriya added, "you love our children. Do you want none of your own?"
This was to his distaste. Kaanen's siblings could no longer understand. Ashriya and the others had made themselves incomplete, and their thoughts had become flawed. Though, the eldest had been correct about one thing. Kaanen was lonely, and the thought of children delighted him. He hesitated no longer, for why should he?
Kaanen bore a son.
GromEr was his name. He had no halves. He was made of no good or bad, light or dark, no earth or air.
So, he was nothing.
GromEr consumed everything within his reach. Plants and dirt, life and death: all of it was sucked into nonexistance within a moment. He would have eaten the world, but before he could, the child swallowed up half his father. Halved by his broken child, Kaanen became Isri(destruction), and GromEr, now half of his father, became Krii(creation).
From the children of Isri and Krii came humanity.
They began with five.
There were five children, each with five appendages, five fingers to each hand, five toes to each foot, and five senses to each head. Born into them was an emptiness from, and much like, the nothingness that still remained within the heart of their mother, Krii. So, they were Mori(greed), Courtus(lust), Enice(curiosity), Naarti(creativity), and Ambus(volitude).