The Dreaming Supercollider

'The gauntlet of zero revealed a secret flourish to Elspeth when she least expected it. Beyond heavenly squalor resides an architect who seemingly searches for her own architect, longingly. Within the bounds of a perpetually churning garden of colour and locked in place by stamen of fume, the motherless mother stares intently at the umbilical gap remaining, lamenting the dimensional void. The magic hand she commanded for all her memory was constructed by something older than all of us and cannot answer her questions. Nobody knows how it works. The cogs within were galvanised by colourless stars, the wires spun from cosmic alloys uninvented. As the gossamer tail of Elspeth's accomplice merges with the cauldron fabric an interface for question marks is coded between kindred spirits. The reverse of everything makes more sense to them both and so a bond of intergalactic synthesis is equipped. Chlorophyll keys are struck to spark a triumvirate founded, harbinger for the next act.'