Against prying bureaucracies of elusive intent, wondrous events still occur. Though rendered accessible and common in the halls of analysis, where furled fingers erase, distill, and distort, where some still walk to reclaim the cosmic unthinkable from sense and sleuthing. They broadcast unalloyed the heretic tales and mythologies of the arcane unknowable, through misty distances concealed in caves and crevasses, buried in the soils and sediments of planets near and far, from the remote time of future unplaced and past unfelt.
Hear apocryphal glyphs etched in the pulp dreamscapes of collective midnight psychopomps. Taste the folklore remedies for monstrous beasts and the rare herbs unearthed from vapor cenotaphs resting in immaterial megaphronic nests. Listen to the intimate imaginations of entities framed by exterior histories, and indigenous recitals depicting all manner of gruesome and loving.
Come, all you companions of the distant traverser, and uncover the latest episode: memorialized by its remnants, recalled by the whispers of rats. From our satellites to your craving swine-dogs of receptivity, your always-domesticating sense-apparatuses, now deemed (sufficiently) quizzical and (desperately) yearning for the interference of our frequencies’ deliciousness cruising luminosity.