Once upon a time, or in and running through it, but not really once either because it is was happening at all possible times along with every other beautifully simultaneous event--
in any case, in this story: a heart was-- is-- will be telling a story to the citizens of a pocket dimension called the City. And she was getting quite confused, because ( Read more... )

[A dishevelled mess of a woman is peering in at the device, hair piled in disarray atop her head, clothing antiquated and with an air of patchwork. She wears an exhilarated and curious smile on her face. When she speaks, her voice comes out in a mirthful rapid-fire trill with very few pauses, even for breath.]

Well, this is interesting, isn't it! I' ( Read more... )