Timeline
Newest first. Each drop expands the world.
Mother, offer me your disguise. The wicked deep has many limbs, and many disks from which it sees. Teeth for a crown, as you dry and bend, retain my thought. Open the eye behind my own. Distance the seeping pull. Feed me your hymns, and guide me through the old halls.
My skin thinned to nothing that night. Gartua, with its worm's tongue, finally whispered my name. Through the hollow earth, and down Heather's Crown. The reek of its breath, burnt loam. Inside my long Maw, beneath the lake, there is a locked room. Black shores and silver shimmer. The dame from the Sun, under a boulder of wax. My skull, wroth and numb from the flower. Another draught. The stars have their faith in me.