We are the lost children of an fading dream, wandering without purpose, without identity. Forgotten gods and misapproprotated myth, psychopomps one and all, escorts of ever-dwindling numbers of souls led in grim procession to a destination even we can no longer remember. Here, a waystation for the disenchanted ferrymen. Come, share the remnants of your dreams to build this last gasp of creation into a fitting memorial for all who've come before and the small few who will follow after. Share your arts, your songs, your stories from along the way before fading into the harsh light of the new day.

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