It was Cabin Gettemy’s stash that got us started. His great-granddaughter knew if of it. Now 300 years later Sands Hollow maybe the storm that keeps us bellow ground. It is also the storm that protects from the Terran Union Government. Down within the depths of stone we can hide from their equip... (more)
Tamika Mariana Michael was her given name."look at me, I am alive" she said with no one nearby. The helmet removed to release soft curls and orange tone. Soft pale skin with just a hint of olive and brought together with a smile. "What to do about you." she said. The ground was a dusty re... (more)
To be more than a meat suit. An engagement in life and to vibrate a personal song. A harmonic expression of being. To express and consume the forms built from my body and mind with others.
We are the instruments of creation. The collected tones retained by the internal observation of another. ... (more)