Myur of Grey House (Patreon)

Good evening to all my dears! Well, another day passes us by and I must say I still feel quite weathered as well drained. Perhaps I am coming down with something, or perhaps something more emotionally.

Regardless, I do my best to push content for here because truly you are all so kind for your patronage, I certainly wish to be kind in return! So I share this with you actually, of something that follows my head. For those closer to my work they are often told of this place I have in my dreams that I recur as the black house. It's a place I have seen many times on many floors and doors, etc.

However there is another place I have little told anyone actually. Of a grey house that has no streets or outside. Where there are no lights, and silver foxes dance around a broken clock in the living room. Where mounted trophy heads speak about the the triangles and why they never point sideways. A place where a one armed being with a sleeping snake for a tail, waits for old souls, some who were touched by grandmother stitches. 

We'll talk about this certainly another time and in greater detail. But alas for now, this is your brief tour into the quieter sides of my head, and in some way my very heart.