and eyes to hea


a series of unlikely crossovers:


The clouds and the mist and the snow and the day were gone. Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.
Wednesday began to walk forward, a lonely figure beneath the stars, in a broad rimmed hat, his frayed dark cloak gusting randomly in the nowhere wind, his staff tapping on the glassy rock floor.

“Where are we?”
Behind the scenes.” Said Wednesday.