Thank you, Daniel. And I agree, Junk Dealer isn't sufficiently poetic.

Thank you.

Story reminded me of a David Bowie song: Saviour Machine

It's a wonderful and different experience, worth seeing/hearing

Wonderful story/writing, loved the phrase "his sword arm undone" 👏👏👏

#vss365 The traveler journeyed on & a dark angel in a tree handed him a lute. The lute strings #quivered & played songs known & unknown. "The songs are for you," the angel said. "Use them as you will." The traveler & lute performed songs that bound the angel to the tree & cast both into the abyss.

#vss365 The angel left his perch and crossed the cusp. The traveler, sensing the being’s power had #waned, took his weaver’s needle, the angel’s darkness, and words spoken by the slip of paper and threaded a sphere around the celestial being, an abyss from which not even an angel can escape.

#vss365 A dark angel in a tree is a bad omen, the traveler thought. He plucked the spoken words out of the air & wove them into a Turning Point around the trunk with a weavers needle. “It pleases me to leave you this woven #cusp,” he said. “Come down, cross the cusp & prepare for a crucial change”

#vss365 Even though the traveler understood the words spoken by the slip of paper, the text made no sense. He looked at the dark angel in the tree with suspicion, and suspected a #ruse. The angel feigned ignorance. "I am merely a messenger, and the words you heard are yours to use as you please."

Thank you. Some days the magic happens, some days not so much