“It’s like discovering a little snag of the secret thread that runs beneath the surface of things,” I told them. “Something ancient and beautiful that somehow also feels super familiar.”
At the end of 2020 Odious and I were in a holding pattern. Unusual, and possibly extraordinary things had happened, but there was no way to know what, if anything, any of it meant...
Was the jar’s contents the work of a demon--the same demon of the night who infected our sleep with terror filled visions?
“Look, Swim, there’s more… I have to tell you about the things I figured out today regarding all this. This…information.”
“It’s wild, SWIM, it’s too specific to be chance. Someone or something is trying to get messages to me.”