If every codification of a law gives rise to the temptation and transgressive possibility of breaking that same law, then it should be no surprise that every totalitarian structure will give rise to a magical underground.
He was a poet, musician, and warrior (talents of the lower strata), someone who relied on luck and who harbored an ill temper.
a phantom machinery of power is set in motion, tracking the imagined movements of a being not of this century (or even the last)
Having each been expelled by the rancor of decay, the discharge, which has submerged the places of origin in tarns of hunger, dejection and desolation, they arrive here—
Does not the sound itself occur in the first place to dispel darkness (lullabies)? Or better yet, to tell us that there is no such thing as darkness, only very low degrees of light…
What is this intense mode of perception? Inhumanly quick, hyper-sensitive, detailed, precise, and relentless as a machine. And yet there is also a blurriness; it stutters, with a certain personal touch of humor and free-association, like it’s alive.
(Event Option 1)
Description: Uncovers the counter-history of rebel princes and deviant aristocracy who sabotaged their own riches to seek new forms of power.