inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

Friday 28th November 4pm. Nightfall.On a blood-chilling, late November evening in Sheftel. Stella Marsh didn’t feel the cold, which was probably just as well. She closed her eyes and felt the warm sensation, the tingle inside her fingers and...

As the heat of the rain pierces the thirstybosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plantsBurned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,Your image, fountain...