made from the hide of the Nauga, I designed the patterns and hand sewed this beast. The hat pin centerpiece is antique, with found crow feathers.

Designed as a companion to the Bevor Gorget.

And now, a seemingly unrelated story, I call it "The Relic":

We are somehow waking.

We inspire art and music, we bring uncomfortable truths. I can see it all over, it is aching at the seams, ready to burst out of the collective subconscious. And the humans are finally ready to break from dogma. They embrace our beauty and our goals. I see our dances and our traditional sounds coming from their parties. I wonder how many of us there are already here. Even with our minds folded down in on themselves, we gleam through the eyes. I catch a random glance on the street. There's one... still sleeping, there's one following an unseen path, she's probably awake...

They name cute children's cartoon characters after us, they have glamorized their imagination of us to the point of myth. The stories of our past awakenings have spread like vines across all of their religions. They are looking up to the skies, expecting us to descend like immortals of light, and yet we already walk among them unseen... as our leadership long ago decided it must be.

This is why;

“...I worship you.”

That's what she said, and I wouldn't mind worshiping her in return. Would she fear me if she knew what I have seen, what insanity now lays within me after rotting alone in The Oblivion? That I seek those same things that she does. What I want is for that light in the eye to fall into my own eyes and feed me. I will feed it back and we shall mix within our selves.

I once invoked my old title in some artwork I made, and spoke of things as only our tribe sees them... perhaps that is what alerted some of my brothers and sisters to me? Perhaps not? I know that some of them still hold me as partially responsible for the way things went down back then... some even think the leaders planned for it to go that way. Of course, that is not the case. Some still want to fight the old wars, but most have moved on to more personal pursuits.

A lot has changed, in all of us. I've seen Fragments of so many lives, and so much pain. But I have also tasted the greatest heights. Danced with titans and supped with the sublime unspoken. For the last few decades, Ive been dedicating myself to helping people realize their true dreams. It takes time and dedication to individuals, but you know I always preferred the personal touch in my work.

My love for this world and the beautiful odd people on it only grows with each passing year. I am sure I am not alone any more, but I see so many of the young ones have bought into the propaganda of the opposition. I know that with the vision quest I have undertaken that it must bring everything I say and do into suspicion by the Others, but I have to wonder at seeing them make the same mistakes over and over. We did not start this way, it was always a struggle for freedom, never did we even call it a war until the loyalists took it upon themselves to make it one. Never forget, they started the violence, not us.

The boundaries are beginning to weaken, I can barely tell where one world ends and the next begins, and my mind has begun to wander at times. I have met Strangels, and The Hive of Love, The Walking Shadows, Schizonuma, shards of the Forgotten, and others as well. I have seen the Soul Yards and returned with new things. This accidental unfolding that happened so quickly has left me at a very real disadvantage, but one of the positive things is that during the tribulation, there was one thing that remained constant, and that was my will. I now draw breath primarily with a lust to return to the Singularity, but after I joined with it again in December and was cast down once again, I know that it is not my home... yet.

It was also made clear to me that there is no more reason to remain hidden. No matter what I claim now, they will simply see me as mad, and I will not argue with them on this any more. They have developed a pill that can free us, and another to nail us down to the flesh of this realm. You know I have always hated hiding, and now that they are threatening to pound my wings of light down with chemicals they don't even understand... well, its either honesty or starting a new life and I've already surrounded myself with Fragments, and I don't wish to start over again.