Wander-Not-Lost

Otherworlding a visit to the twilight side of The Hoodoo Altar, we found a friend and plaited his mane and he remembered us to his sister and secret twin. Speaking once again in that language like water, so difficult to hold, the others have much to say. The gist is all sparkling and fair. Refreshing always, these floating gambols through perpetual twilight. Close your eyes and let the midnight radio hum through your blood and who arrives, stepping from the mist of between? The fashion forecast: luminescent, per usual. Feet feather-light we're reminded of the reason for sequined footwear in the mundane day. In mind always, the twilight. The Medusa Recordex will hold more insight, memory-wise.