Below We Know
Corridos of the Carapace-kinds, performed by the Shorn Brotherhood.
I’m Reading…
These are the songs sung beneath the earth - in the caverns and the kivas and Nowhere. This is not a Cross-tongue, but as the throat grows dry, the tongue yearns for honey, for nectar, for blood.
I’ve Read…
‘Once we flew through black and walked on gold; once we sought out white and swam in blue; once we lived by green and yearned for pink. Those times are gone, yet we sing this song.‘
Effect: Memory: Storm
Mastery: Lesson: Fermentation & Sustentation (x3)
Aspects
- Mystery: Heart 21
- Subject: Fermentation & Sustentation
- Written in Fucine
- PhonographRecord
- Readable
- Thing
- Multitudinous
- L’Ostello del Dottore