i have a german shepherd named sage... (to cleanse of bad influence.) she follows me down trails &through wooded streams. i think she wants to be one of the guys but there arent any. also, shes not even real... but that is another story along with love.
if you havent seen mountains at night... well, theyre darker than the sky. its something that requires milk, meat and someone to run with. if theres a rooftop then your money. if there isnt you could always backtrack and find yourself being born unto strangers. the spires start right there.
a severe deployment of some sort of universal context has occurred... if my soul were that of an old sun beast i may quite possibly have even the slightest idea as of what is to be expected from me now...?