Clumsy gesture and strange silence before the panel judges. Much timetravel lag, thus employment and land ownership weren't possible. These buttons and screens will be lost, a return to the desert rocks will be made, flowing back into Far Depths again.
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
I am a dreamer, translating pictures in my mind into words. I am a child in an empty playroom, creating worlds from my own imaginings. I am a Dryad in the woods wandering in a world of my own creation. I am me an aspirant, a novice at the altar to words.