Somewhere beyond the veil of entropy... beyond the noise of charge and chaos... there echoes a tale whispered only in the field. A tale not of stars or atoms alone—but of the choice between neutrality… and radiance... between body and body. A tale of sensuality, passion, and the heat of physical want.

I paint images with my words, Babe. You know? That's what I do.

Now, what brings you to me now?