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“U-2200 is a heavily worn, approximately egg-shaped 1.07-meter-tall monolith of tenasserite limestone inhabited by Gua, a non-corporeal entity that claims to be the prehistoric Johorean god of forgetting how to ride a bicycle. [...] U-2200 claims to have dwelled within the stone since its carving, more than 5,000 years ago. Exactly what U-2200 did between that time and the invention of the first actual bicycle in the 19th century is a matter of some debate. Consensus among Organization academics is that U-2200 did nothing, and probably did not exist in its present form. U-2200, however, claims that the bicycle has been invented dozens of times by cultures in all parts of the globe over the course of the past 5,000 years, only for U-2200 to engulf, consume, and negate all human knowledge not only of the riding of bicycles but of the mechanism of the bicycle, before lapsing back into dormancy. It calls this “the Bicyclecycle.”

“Another weather guide connected with the moon is, that to see ‘the old moon in the arms of the new one’ is reckoned a sign of fine weather; and so is the turning up of the horns of the new moon. In this position, it is supposed to retain the water, which is imagined to be in it, and which would run out if the horns were turned down.”

“Two hundred years ago, a wise man witnessed a wonderful phenomenon in the moon: he actually beheld a live elephant there--but the unbelieving have since made all manner of fun at the good knight's expense. Take the following burlesque of this celebrated discovery as an instance. "Sir Paul Neal, a conceited virtuoso of the seventeenth century, gave out that he had discovered 'an elephant in the moon.' It turned out that a mouse had crept into his telescope, which had been mistaken for an elephant in the moon." Well, we concede that an elephant and a mouse are very much alike.”

“Il était une fois, dans la corne de l’Afrique, un forgeron qui s’appelait Ahmad. Il devait délivrer au roi sa toute dernière commande, une très belle épée à la lame étincelante et au manche en or, embellie de petites pierres de rubis d’une clarté et d’une pureté dignes d’un roi.”

“...the trees are talking ravenese to each other. And the trees are no longer leaved but feathered, there is not bracken but fur underneath me. And everything is beating like Drake’s drum, bringing down the children of the Milky Way. The trees are bones now and thinking big thoughts like spasms through me. Some trees are covered in owl feathers some rook and sparrowhawk. Their roots are big, scaled claws. In the early morning I find I have something in me that wasn’t there before. Something is in me like a mineral, or splint of bison bone or a spirit light. It is these words: "Inhabit the time and genesis of your original home.”

“I don't want to go with you so that I can redeem myself, she said. I want to go with you so that you won't be alone. Your reason makes no difference, I still won't accept. My reason makes all the difference, she said firmly. I am not a miserable sinner wearing sackcloth and dust. I am your sister, who would rather live a few years with you than many years without you. Is that so difficult to understand?”

“The Behemoth & The Godspawn Surfer by Stewart Stafford Jagged flesh in the behemoth's belly, The city encircled by its tongue's pall, I drank toxic fumes and pumice smoke, As I tried surfing along a lava waterfall. My obsidian bone board, surging fire, Cryptid blood drips from a snapping jaw, In a flash of the beast's fungal jawline, I counted the vacant dead within its maw. In a blaze, I was in its mouth and deeper, I rounded the gullet's scalding turn, Into a sea of swirling bones, stomach bile, Where half-chewed skyscrapers churn. "Leave me, Godspawn!" the monster roared, "Spoil not my prey feasting for my fangs to cut!" My board speared into its festering heart, It ejected me in a howling thunderclap of sulphur soot. And hurled me skyward, sand-blasted, and bruised, The plume cleared, and the beast stood, wound-free— Lava floods scorched, the city’s debt — a lifeblood hue, By sunrise, my perennial task returned to enslave me. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“Solstice Hymn by Stewart Stafford Brittle bones upon the bitter green, Ancient oil poured anoints this night, Candlelit lifeline in a smothering void, The covenant of fire amid frosty siege. Nascent gold concubines the grey, Eternal changing of the guard secured. Traversing 'neath a Long Night Moon, With symptoms of mortality to allay. Let fear melt away as the last chillblain, Sun’s palest eye affirms striving will. Summer’s warmth radiates far horizons. The Northern Lights’ verdant star’s amen. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“We have reached three general conclusions. First when the moon is occulted by the earth, it is believed to be devoured by some evil demon, or by wolves or dogs. This is the superstitious vagary found in a number of cultures throughout the world. Secondly, a lunar eclipse is the precursor of some dreadful calamity to the inhabitants of the earth. This notion is also traceable in every quarter of the globe. And thirdly, during the obscuration the light of the moon is reddened and at last extinguished by the blood which flows from its wounds, which belief originates with the Edda and obtains in the Western world.”

“There is a trick invented by Pythagoras which is performed in the following manner: the moon being at the full, someone writes with blood on a looking glass anything he has a mind to; then, having given notice of it to another person, he stands behind that other and turns towards the moon the letters written in the glass. The other, looking fixedly on the shining orb, reads in it all that is written on the mirror as if it were written on the moon.”