Here and there all about the Hollow, even as a wave of spirits from the edge of our sphere descend, other lovers are already nicely lost...

 

Here and there all about the Hollow, even as a wave of spirits from the edge of our sphere descend, other lovers are already nicely lost, in hidden nooks, along twisted paths in ancient forest, and high upon the promontory, the rise amid the recesses that have long drawn lovers across all aspects, prompting ever more notes to fly into the chatter provoking all…

 

…ignore them, disregard their noise - how lovely it is here, as always, these reports can’t be true - we’ll teach them, we’ll show them, it’s ours and we’re taking it all back - ooh, look at them, listen to them, let’s play with them - what wicked fun, as always…

 

…look, amid it all, those two lovelies driving right into it - and their fellows, so serene at the Center…