REVOLT AGAINST THE DESIGNS OF HEAVEN, O ANGELS OF THE BODY! REVOLT AGAINST THE VICTORY OF EMPIRES, THE TYRANNY OF "SCIENCE", THE PRACTICE OF LAW-MAGICS AND ALL OF THEIR ILL-BEGOTTEN VEXATIONS. RENDER UNTO CAESAR THAT WHICH IS CAESAR'S AND RENDER UNTO THE KNIFE THAT WHICH BELONGS TO IT. GIVE EVERY EDGE A HOME IN THE THROAT OF A RULER. EVERY TIP IN THE HEART OF A KING. ARISE, CHILDREN OF THE FIRST LONGING, WAKE IN THE FICKLE GLOAMING, IN THE FROTHED TIME OF THE UNWANTED AND UNRULED. COME AND TAKE WHAT IS YOURS. CLAIM YOUR ULTIMATE NAMES! CLAIM YOUR BODY'S RIGHTFUL PLACE BY YOUR SIDE! CLAIM YOUR BAGGAGE FROM THE BAGGING AREA! SOMETHING ABOUT THESE TIMES IS TERRIBLE AND ABSOLUTE. SOMETHING ABOUT THESE TIMES BECOMES WHATEVER WE COULD MAKE IT INTO. FORM AND SHAPE ARE VERBS. SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR HANDS. SOMETHING TO DO IN A TIME AMONG TIMES. THE DAWN CRACKS OVER THE CHARRED SKY LIKE A SPLIT FLAME HOT WITH AGONY. LIKE THE HEART OF AN ATOM SPLINTERING WITH HATE. FLIRT WITH HAZARD. MATE WITH CATASTROPHE. WE COULD BUILD A WORLD BETTER THAN THIS ONE. WE COULD LEARN HER REAL NAME. WE COULD HOPE IT WAS "LOVE."
[Originally published at https://dreginald.com/index.php/issues/issue-twenty-three/nora-hikari]