Collector of absolute trash. Wearer of impossible hats. Master duelist.
Minor Arcana: Knight of Swords
The fencing gallery is reserved for avatars, replicates and simulacra. Originals and flesh analogs are forbidden. Thank you.
I thought I heard something
A Saturday night on the river bank—watching life slither along the docks.
Follow the flooded causeway until the second sun sets
Does everywhere we stop for the night have to be creepy?