Scattered across the universe from a time beyond memory, splatters of condensation; Life, bloomin' endlessly. To matter is just another phase of matter. A just smatter, crystallizin' out of titanic stress fractures and shattered remnants of elder stars, seeded on their detritus cells reflective, self-destructive Dust Midas; tortured and scarred, mistaken for gods taken for monsters, then feathered and tarred;
bowed down, prostrate, upon forearms and former paws Paris, ensnared, gnaws at the Apple of Discord. To err is human - To Eris, Godd-ess of Disorder! To the fairest.
