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Cameras may only blink once even at the sight of butterflied blood eagles. Your eyes don't.
Don't let one blink their eyes in front of you.



Content Warning

This canon contains elements of

  • Violence, mental torture, and murder;
  • Religious fanaticism;
  • Text depictions of mild gore; and
  • Vulgar language

























Most winter butterflies die and rot away. Some don't.




the blackjack man on his horseback
he picks a grain of sand for diamonds
something of a butterfly grants him glass
something like a shampoo the glass irritates

the ears of news boys intertwined
they only report and abet
the man to pose
but the boys dozed

as if powdered by tar
a powering notion
blood empowered by fuel
until a whekau cried

the soot
he picks it up and melodied
waiting to mold and melt onto the ground
but that is when a note played

a string of sound and letters
intertwined
ears and eyes
it encapsulates







Snowflakes… are just like atoms.







Main Storyline



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The flap of a butterfly's wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas.





In-between Pages

  • The Temporal Yellow"Truthfully, I never was intrigued by anything physical since Earth was formed."

The interlude of the canon; not necessarily a part of the story, though it establishes the story's theme and aesthetic.

Transition to the first main page of the canon, Mahogany's Role.

Star-spangled carpet of reality, spacetime cutting itself in rush hour.

Miscellaneous Pages

  • H.K."Let's play a game of Hide 'n' Seek?"

An ill-fitting preview of the photographic depravity, at least to Earthlings.

  • Persistent Anomaly"I was a bit confused, given that voids obviously don't have anything."

Not so much to take a picture anymore, isn't there?

Not so much to take a picture anymore, isn't there?







AM.E.G.rica!





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