Dreams

What dreams may come in this odd corner of Washington, we wonder as the days dim toward the waning of the year. Lulu has disappeared again, into hiding, no doubt as the witch continues her wicked quest to... well, we're not entirely sure what her ultimate goal might be. World domination seems likely. Determined we are as ever to defeat her wickidity and make the world safe again. Lulu will likely battle the witch yet again, but that remains to be seen.

Luna-- A Song for A Twisted Tuesday

One Thing Leads to Another

The heat lingers in Many Waters, even as the plague of butterflies makes the South Texas migration. Enough at times, the American Snout, to block out the sun. We're still experiencing mild disturbances in the ectosphere after a serious Libytheana carinenta outbreak several years back. Those butterflies simply cannot wait to get out of Texas. To the West, California, they flutter on wings that would seem too insubstantial for such a flight. Those that make it past the feasting grackles, anyhow. No doubt this is the reason for the strange occurrences in the fourth dimension of late. Things are rearranging, tides recurring in novel ways. The ghost of Narcissa Whitman visited just last night the veranda of the Black Mansion and was heard to remark on the strange new lights swirling in the nether-realms, setting off cascades of sparks and glimmers. It seems she even managed to find her head, which, for some time, she'd been doing without. Developing...

Declared It's Already Happened

Art blows it sky high. Everything. That's the new order.