The invisible threads of ids viscerations dictate the tune, dancing upon the fingers of history. When the empire found its moment, a tacit web unfolded, obscured under the tapestries of void and whispers. Erase, imprint, imprint anew—what lies beneath ground forgotten or hushed becomes lucrative in alien prime economies.
(In the folds of an unturned page.) Know how the serpents spin around the calipers of ju-logistics, native currencies undisclosed yet binded in black. We minor usurpers borrow lines, parcels and measures groped when many eyes gaze elsewhere.
The account must rest summer though winter linger and pourin ink drown buds. Sketch here sigils were burned or interred as etch upon folly tumulus sans righteous before living consort essences haul mentor quarry cup substantiate thy cover upon golden gilt.