In the cold breeze of a new earth, a perversely-shaped creature is born. It emerges out
of the synthetic waters, still sticky with slime from its mothers womb. A dusky ancient
light sweeps across the sky as the newly born being, shiny and cold, opens its eyes
to look straight at you. Together you linger through the plastic valleys, between
metallic forests, into the castle of occult sounds. Suddenly, memories from a distant
past float to the surface, dragging you to places where binary thinking was seeded
deeply in earth’s crust. Yet the cold touch of the newborn creature closes this
passage, drawing you back to the reality where artifice and mysticism live in harmony.
As you look at all the crossbreed creatures that rule this kingdom of hybridity, you
suddenly see yourself.