MAN WHOSE SHADOW APPEARS ON THE LEFT: When one is immortal, change is not. Instead, one is solid, concrete, and unmovable. An entity born to immortal lot becomes a jinx in Nature’s plan. One piece of the intergalactic puzzle that goes against the most basic of Nature’s rules — the habit of change.

MAN WHOSE SHADOW APPEARS ON THE RIGHT: You are mad…

With a systematic blow of steam coming out of every device and every machine, the printing house was not only gaining the quality of mistily invoked mysteriousness, but it was also very much alive. And alive astonishingly. Alive in a purely, innocently Gothian way. Every tick of every cog, individually and collectively, celebrating every minute, every second and every hour that have passed since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution. A miracle inviting children of Urizen to listen.

YUME: Welcome to AnamneKinen, the repressed dreamland of your heart — within the memories of your dreams, and beyond the mind of your hopes and fears.

SHISHA: The purest place in your Self.

YUME: The place without borders, the land without tears.

JUDY: I know this place…

SHISHA: It’s the mirage of your recollection.

JUDY: No…

YUME: Yes. It’s the sandbox you and Cedrik used to play in when you were a little girl.

SHISHA: And you are this little girl right now, as if the arrows of time haven’t moved a bit.

Sadmoons, the Tale, Book 1
Little Theatre With A Brand New Stage