So you’ve inadvertently trapped an ancient trans-dimensional god in your backyard shed; what do you do? That’s what Venus McKenzy and her friends would like to know.
That night, Stephen dreamed. His room was full of clocks, each one of a different style. Tiny jeweled boxes squatted side by side with huge, severe grandfather clocks. A thousand ticks erupted with every passing moment, each with its own distinct timbre. No two clocks showed the same time; each one counted away the seconds at its own unique pace. For a time Stephen stood alone in the room, looking at each clock in turn, feeling the differences within them. Then a loud crash behind him . . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .