DESCRIPTION
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The Twelfth Dream, wherein Harry completes the cycle of passage. |
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1 | Summons » |
FROM: ALLFATHER@... SUB: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 2 | Summons » |
FROM: greeneyedcat@... SUB: RE: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 3 | Summons » |
FROM: goldwhite@... SUB: RE[2]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 4 | Summons » |
FROM: sparklywonder@... SUB: RE[3]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 5 | Summons » |
FROM: meme_mechanic@... SUB: RE[4]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 6 | Summons » |
FROM: 0553383582@... SUB: RE[5]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 7 | Summons » |
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: RE[6]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 8 | Summons » |
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE[7]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 9 | Summons » |
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[8]: Come Home, My Sons! | | 10 | Summons » |
FROM: potemkin@... SUB: RE[9]: Come Home, My Sons! . . . | | 11 | .:|BOOM.BOOM|:. » |
The sound of thunder . . . | | 12 | Revolution » |
I bring the rain with me, a silver curtain dogging my heels as I step into the dream. The water adds color to the dilapidated train station: green and rust to the struts of the vault over the tracks, red and blue to the blocky engine, silver and brown to the tile of the platform . . . | | 13 | The Duality Matrix » |
The twelve-part Matrix of Self, whereby Ego and Identity are given shape and form . . . | | 14 | Re-Awakening » |
There are marks on my hands, scratches and cuts as if I have wrestled rose bushes in my sleep. It is entirely possible. I do not remember the last few days . . . | | 15 | The 23rd Expression » |
On another layer, I can feel myself coming apart, blooming into a flower that has never been seen before, petals and lines exploding from my wrists and neck . . . [art] | |
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