Today I don’t want to write. I hope you don’t want to read.
The do-not-do of writing breaks the mind and cuts off your head. Go ahead with no head!
Son of the Sun is a world title in antiquity. The Hyperboree sun, of course.
From afar, travelers to Emesa went to the high silhouette of the temple of Elagabal
... or the Sacre of the Sun: illuminated by lightning at age 13, Emperor of…
At night, the unconscious transmits truths "dressed" by the brain when you wake up
There are two dragons: the monster, very real long ago, and the inner beast...