Searching for the past through a million different caverns, algae and stalagmites like, a tavern in the daylight. Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start, dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents. Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights and the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight. A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread, single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.
A band of boys and girls that masquerade as cats and monkies. But not everyone.