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[the art that appears here is somewhat unsettling for reasons difficult to describe. it is all in black, done with charcoal. it pictures an impression of something like scraggly, thin tree branches and the subtle suggestion of what might be a man with his arms raised in terror, silhouetted against them. the piece is vague, abstract, well-composed, and hauntingly beautiful, but it's difficult to look at it without feeling a tingle up the spine.]

[the rest of the page is smudged with charcoal fingerprints.]

[Atsirian]

... I hope no one minds. I had such a strange dream last night. I don't remember what it was about, exactly, but I woke up just sweating and gasping and terrified, and all day I've had images sort of like this playing through my mind. I thought that maybe if I did something with them, something creative ... maybe that would get them out?

I do think I feel a bit better! I find art just drains all the bad stuff out when you pour yourself into it, like purging an infection!

[Filter: James-Chauncy, in Atsirian]

Er ... um, you know, James-Chauncy ... you really haven't asked many questions.