Minimalismdo me no justice, no good;
let "Welcome," suffice
A.A.T.R - Spectator PrologueAn empty field NightA.A.T.R - Spectator Prologue
An unimposing young man, laden with a small satchel, jogs awkwardly through the night. Arriving at a bare spot in the grass, he falls to his knees, casting off his load and drawing two vials from the bag's folds. He pours out their contents across the dark earth- a measure of salt, a measure of water, falling across one another in strange patterns. Dropping the empty containers, he slowly bows his head.
?: En nomine Pater, et Fili, et Spiritu Sanctu, advoco in Edward Lumancer.
Slowly the air above the young man shimmers, and a spectral form fades into the half-seen shape of a m
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"As for criticism, do it in good time; don't get into the habit of criticizing only after the event." ~Mao Tse-Tung
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