"The White Veiled Girl"

#0133. Melancholy is the warden, here. The prison is a globe of crystal and glitter falls inside it, slowed by a solution of mercury and water and fluttering around the White Veiled Girl. It orbits around her, as do I. We are caught in a trajectory that cannot be salvaged. She is the heart of the storm and the axis of the world prison. She does not know. She is blissfully ignorant of her position as the mock sun.