And yet there streamed from the gash in the wallpaper a flurry of dragonflies that each bore in the long dip of their tails an iridescent darkness. An antlered crone stepped through and she dragged in with her a triad of laughing spectres, figures traced from curling smoke. Pink, writhing earthworms festooned her branching antlers. The spectres threw off their hoods to reveal solid human-seeming faces and untied from their shoulders the obscuring mist.
