And it was said by the lore-keepers that once, the hero Arnd had taken the very sun from the sky and kept it as an amulet to keep the darkness at bay when he descended into the Underworld.

When the world is stripped away and the mists are tinged with blood, there is only one thing left to cling to…

It begins with a spark, igniting in the darkness, forging itself – I am because I am
Other sparks burst forth and connections form, bolts of light split the night
Suddenly it happens, two thoughts collide – they boil, a spray of color, a dream
Vacuum fills as the chaos increases – clouds of consciousness seethe and burn
Faster now, growing and spreading until – critical mass achieved
A mind is born still full of pulses and flashes and flakes of cognition
How can we understand something that doesn’t understand itself?

A web is woven of many strands
Gossamer, flaxen, and steel
Catching the legs and binding the hands
Are you sure your freedom is real?

The stars align and the sky opens.

It can only be found by one who knows what it is.

“Life breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh… well, there it is… I’m simply saying that life, ah… finds a way.” – Dr. Ian Malcom, Jurassic Park

We All Create Our Own Realities
Our Thoughts Shape Our World
There Is Always A Northern Star