'The left hand remains grasping for code, beleaguered and crumbling elsewhere. Perched off the coast of Nemo's island, we observe an ephemera breaching the hull of your world. An illuminant correlation between three totems, forming an external cathedral antenna, with a new ingredient, snapped in half by old ink technology. Tatters of the twinsnake billow into the foam and harness the remaining elements. There is no hope of rescue without the remaining digits aligning and waking up at the same time. This is a blueprint for that. Symmetry in their loss. Though the scourge is gone, her specialised and adaptive energies remain coiled in reverse. Elspeth brings the fruit of memories, adri...