On the verge of my new ever-fluctuating body, at the junction of clouds of stimuli & steams of emotions, at the times of virulent dances - where do I stand politically & lustfully?

What do I see?

Phantasmagory or Harmony?

I do not have to answer all these spams from the monarchs of Distant Voids, or do I?

What if they need my help for real?

New prophecies retold and expanded figured largely in town. No one is capable of stopping them

from gaining more.

Hm. A mythic time.