"Dance Beyond The Realm is the price they make you pay for speaking the truth."
The story goes that our moth was once very much a human. Washed ashore by the rhythm of the waves amidst the twilight, he found warmth 'neath a lampshade and called it home.
[ENTRY DATED 28/11/1902] Need I remind you of how you once felt so entranced by an object of ginormous size that you could not fathom its sheer monstrosity towering before your youthful eyes? This was my apprehension upon arrival to the Venetian port that anchored this ghostly, paralyzingly enormous cruise ship; blasphemous in its expanse; that I was to board as a star of a musical, with the light of my life, that was to be finally premiered after a year of unending and tantalizing rehearsals. It was the biggest night of our lives tainted by the ungodly tendencies of the so called esteemed guests to whom I pay no respects as I open my heart to this inking fragment of olden sheet; forsaken and forlorn for my company. Filling the cracks of dissonance as I lay swaying on a piece of rosewood upon the ever so rhythmic and perpetually musical tides that configure new pathways without a guiding light while curious moths circle the brightest lampshade that I have ever laid my eyes upon. All under a freezing moon that shall too... come to fade away...
Witness Dance Beyond The Realm
Witness the metamorphosis
"Somebody's watching you and its not the devil or the lord."
Witness Devil! Eat Me!