Far above time, inside the belly of the sky, the angel caught fire…
…and exploded.

Like living sand, like the pollen of lightning, like legends and dreams they fell, the shards, the organs… a burning deluge, tearing the night’s skin… and arising below… as trees, as grasses — as fauns and fairies, satyrs and nymphs. As deer, and women — bulls, and men. As children, insects, and fishes. Their eyes ablaze with the mystery of their source. Their hearts smoldering with the flower of their unexpected future, and the fervency of hope immortal, born in mortal skin and bone. Borne in mortal flesh.