In its essence it was purely protective.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #109About a mile and a half below the last station.---The way runs out, then whispers on into the unknown;The red eye blinks, then goes dark;The air tastes moldy, salted with old rain;The map folds inward, a vein returning to dirt;We wait for a train that ...  Show more

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #108Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.---Two hours thinned the air to a glass-boned quiet;We walked the circle of want until we grew tired;Beginning arrived softly, as if a door remembered;A small, bright locus opened in the chest, and emb ...  Show more