'Forever encircling the barren eye, floating adrift in the beam, stand three corners of perpetuity. Endless in nature, unblistered by the jet-stream of time, they are inoculated sirens of ideas. Feral Caesar is tasked with barking arrivals to the divided harlequinade for them to manage in their ancient of ways, acting as a crooked triumvirate snare. Submerged in a mulch of crashing days, the underneath of the eye is a monstrous multi-limbed unknowable phantom, hungry for prismatic heat siphoned from creation. Without it, Elspeth's egg is non-functional.'
