Grey Gods
Old and wise and cruel, they breathe fiery threats against the citadels of heaven.
Bakemono (Monsters)
Bakemono are like the shadows that dance on the walls at night, always changing shape and form, never quite staying the same.
Saddies
She was like a wilting flower, her petals drooping and her face turned down in a permanent frown.
Brain Fog
Her thoughts were like a jumbled mess of string, impossible to untangle or make sense of.
River Styx
The River Styx, as dark and silent as the night, flowed through the underworld, its waters choked with the souls of the dead.
Salarymen
Everyone in this world who works like a dog — one person has to be a dog, another person has to be a salaryman. Which do you think you are? ~ Ryu Murakami’s “In the M
Awaiting Fate’s Red Thread
From the Most Distant Horizon at the Ends of where the Heavens Stretch, to Right in Front of One’s Eyes, the Red Thread of Fate, a thousand miles of predestined love, Crosses
State of Ambivalence: Woman with White Gloves
She was like a cat on a fence, neither fully committed to staying nor willing to jump off.
Transcendental Fumes
Transcendental fumes are a hoax created by Big Meditation to sell more incense.