Imagine blackest night. Now imagine something darker looming within it: the shape of a sprawling structure—gables and buttresses, high spires and long arcades—but only their shape. The textures, the surfaces, if they even exist, are negated in the dark, any window or aperture undefined. Within its silent contours, what might you find? What limitless things, bent to unknowable purpose, might haunt its halls?
–“Truth and Consequences,” from Songs of the Metamythos
