the old ones say: the sun and moon are fiendish illusions to keep man from reaching for the stars or the eyes of the great cosmic bird whose eternal flight churns the glitter seas while most swear by the tale that night comes when a sky giant cursed by the gods above swings his mighty axe cutting down an enchanted tree of light when the deed is done upon the felled trunk he lays down his tired axe and slumbers deeply by its side only for it to be fully grown from stump to a majestic tree bleeding light into our world by the time he wakes again he picks up his axe and swings with renewed vigor at the tree hoping to cut it down once and for all but the question remains what if one day the giant walks free of his curse or if the tree has lost its will to grow would darkness then consume our world forever?

ordnance inbound: a winged god dive bombs into a sea of grey

spring after dawn birdsong in quick bursts of gunfire

implode on impact: the silence of day collides with a body of dreams