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From the ritualistic drowning of deformed and otherwise unwanted children came Stormy's brother. He had survived by running away. He had learned to live by surviving on very little, and by the art of begging.

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Universe upon universe was created, each over lapping the other, yet not interfering with one another. For time and space is an illusion. The artist, François, sees past the illusion into these different realms of existence. He sees into them and knows them, It is a gift and a burden. François has been bitten by the snake of knowing and is mad.