Wow...and it begins
And so it goes....time has moved on though I feel more and more I do not wish to stop it. I feel most days that I have figured the kinaomi code for life. I understand it. I live it. Then at night I feel like an explorer whom has seen the world and found it dull. And yet I still write. Perhaps there is another adventure waiting for me. Another insperation for a Mask. The war is over, the Black Prince turned Knight has died and became an angel. Banished from the heveans he has fallen back to Earth and walked in the minds of dreamers. Now once again mortal he hides his true face from the world. Wearing only the masks he makes. The Maker of Masks resides once more.