Author: Vision

Many things in life are not what they seem, the worst things never are. I see a bouquet of roses. Outwardly, the bouquet smells divine. It is well packaged and presented in a way that entices the common man to take a

There is darkness in this world we know as Arcadia. Not a physical darkness, which my eyes cannot perceive, but a darkening of the very fabric of society. Arcadia is a place filled with dark corners and black hearts. That

That which is most fragile receives the most protection. I see a glass vase. There are many others like it, found all across Arcadia. But this vase sits within squalor. It is battered, brittle but hasn’t broken yet. To many, it would be

Darkness. Have you ever noticed how much most living creatures cannot stand it? Plunge the common man into darkness, and he will squirm uncomfortably. He will search for the light. I see six moths. If you shut these bugs in a darkened box, they

I see a box. Adorned with an ornate design, splendid and proudly it sits atop a child’s dresser. The child opens the lid of the box, and a beautiful song plays from within. A melody equally as ornate, flowing and melancholy

I see a stick. Simple, long and slender. A perfectly shaped blunt weapon that is carved, sanded and shaped for but a single reason. To cripple. Who it cripples is determined by the hand that wields the stick. In the hands of justice,

I see a machine. Adorned with bright flashing lights and colours, it has all the bells and whistles it needs to accomplish a specific job. Its purpose to entice people, to attract them. For the machine is a Giving Machine, and the more

Close your eyes. I see a mirror.  But this is no ordinary mirror, no.  A lavish mirror set in a forgotten room. Surrounded by the bones of countless souls that had found it.   No ordinary mirror, because it is said that this mirror shows