In order to illuminate the yet unseen world, should she burn to die or burn to live? 

 

Clenched in each of their mutual fists, are different forms of Justice. Surely they howl because they are incompatible, but if that’s so there is that song.

 

The gears creak, counting down to the womb as their comic views resound.

 

At their destination where they usually focus on the bits, the nightmarish dream in the form of a person sneers.