Publisher's Synopsis
Here lies a soul greeted with an unfamiliar sight, the very occasional crackle of woods amid the tongues of flames, and the mystic cracks in a serpent's eggshell. One candle lit up, and another just extinguished by the wafts of a gelid breath puffed from blood-stained teeth. This is my soul, & This is my hand by which I cultivated more soul, more words...the words of a Lotus scent filling your nostrils.