Dear Sólar, I'm becoming the devil,

Saint Aetheria, Did you know I was a heathen, bearing lilies?

There's something amiss here, the myriad half-specks of blue iridescence whisper in my ear-

My first brother who came to know Zolag, Left me with Acts in song, Zolag the ironic one

something legitimately wrong with the character of this zero-year-old. two years, twenty.

the two people I've known for the longest have always been Alec and Alice.

Is she okay? is she okay? how is she doing?

nobody knows the lie, me and the tree do scheme by night

It was right off the Coburn Gore, through the western mountains, and down to Augusta