Her light was so brilliant it burned my guilty shadow onto the floor, but I was not blinded.
There is a darkened corridor, forgotten by the sun, shrouded in shadow and transgression.
I am the keeper of the beast, though all men harbor a beast in the depths of their heart -- callous, calamitous creatures, driven by deviant demands and derisive diligence. -- From the short story What Rough Beast
If you are reading this Libellus, you are a Dreamer, whether you have recognized this or not. Being a Dreamer carries responsibility, one most people are not willing to accept. Responsibility implies that one cannot blame another person for their act...
