To the dark wherever we shall meet, come with a string of light, lead to follow. Flapping invites...

To the dark wherever we shall meet, come with a string of light, lead to follow. Flapping invites for your welcome, come join the festivities…

Lit wings hale your approach, ambient attractions to your welcome. Claws pretending their value against the unknown. These steps smell of roses that bloom under the moon, destiny steps. Dusty grit grinds within slime residue that’ll never evaporate.

Cultivated over many moons we’re rolling out in groups and singulars. Flying shock throughout the night. S...