I have a month of queue going on, due to travelling and mind-broadening stuff. The truth is out there, and so is a lot of bullshit, but that just fertilises the truth.
Perturbance
There’s something burning in the house. The scent of something that has been completely consumed by fire is wafting from room to room, but we can’t find the source. We can’t find anything on fire.
It’s ghostly smoke, come to remind us of long past tragedy. Or to warn us of coming disaster.
I suppose it’s important we determine which one it is…
