Flickering light shimmered out of the box. Traced patterns, track left and right. The clickity clack of the projector spins hundreds of fragmented grizzlies trough the rift. The stain is still drying, tacky to the touch, but it works. To glorious result. Ecstatic moment woven from years of preparation. Wondrous, simply wondrous. Time slowed and minds traveled. Back, back to older things. Celluloid and smoke. Light and mirrors. Tied together with witnessed intention. In the crescendo the Earth itself seemed to shudder. Through those ancient eyes the light cast shadows of memories, dark and cold. Face your fear. Turn the inner eye. See it's path and remain.
And remain.
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