It's Nix All The Way Down

from blog Ersei 'n Stuff, | ↗ original
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. Three in the morning. My brain was churning—useless ideas, sweet nothings, anything but the urge to fall asleep. Hardly is my annoyance out when a vast image out of spiritus mundi troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of my consciousness, a shape with penguin body and the head of an apple, a gaze as...