Armalite

Symphonic moments compose history. Strains twirling and morphing into events, cataclysms, triumphs, unparalleled feets and long-jumps out of the current memory segment. Last night Shiva, tongue laden with the blood of demons danced upon Bifrost leaving stardust, mankind, consciousness and twin lines of chaos and cosmos twisting in its wake. Feared, Loki turned about escorted by wolves and ran from the fray. Somewhere inside of that ringing event sat a little bell. The silver kind. A bell of harmonic resonance. Creating wave upon wave piling high and higher until the resonance broke the bridge, drowning all upon its outer shore. Thence discord and concord flattened into a line, leaving the silence of the frost. Upon which trod the Queen of Hearts, seeking Alice. Mystery abounds with the feet of a rabbit and the smile of a quantum cat. While sometimes things are what they appear, other times not. While a turtle shifts its weight and the world settles anew.