Artwork Visuals by Maki Starfield

Chipped nails, seeds of anxiety, warm glow of pre-sleep. Small bubbles of microcosms, Floating to the surface, Full of unplumbed depths Full of what could have beens, what should have

I am a child of hiraeth, Of equinoxes, Of things that no longer are, And no longer will be, A being floating in space, existing in the folds of transition