A faceless woman opened a jar, pouring seven golden streams. The floor rotted beneath her feet before she disappeared. A disembodied mask drifted up to me and told me it looked forward to our meeting. A shadow bear lumbered over the threshold – its claws were ten swords, each tipped with blood – and ruffled my hair with its breath. When it roared, black moths and honeybees erupted from its mouth.
