Crepuscular Angles

"When a piece of art forces you to have opinions about it this way, I have no choice but to say that it's won. [...] A deeply interesting exploration of how the systems we build exploit the most vulnerable of us. Also, hot queer human/lizard sex." - Verse Atoui, author of May the Moon Shine Upon Camlann An illiterate scholar — The Keys — and a former priest — The Lantern — climb to the roof of a dying world to reclaim their names. The megastructure that was once their home, and their prison, lies in a state of ruin that is overshadowed only by its enormity. The task before them is vague, concocted in a smoke-drunken haze, but the fruit that it will bear tempts them with all the sweetness of vengeance, marrow, and lust. "Do you see? I am the orchard. We are the orchard. You, too, are the orchard, in a different way from I. It is from all of us that fruits are grown, taken, ground to pulp and left to turn to ash before the never-ending new." Both narrating characters are happily, casually psychotic. One has to learn how to get there. Nonhuman, human, and the overlapping area focus. Old bisexual ex-priest meets old ex-organ harvesting subject. Homoerotic limb eating and committing terrorism against a dystopian, authoritarian corporate-state. Fluid exploration of the self, perception, and primal desires, embracing both the beautiful and the grotesque. Homoerotic indulgence and daring acts of rebellion that break through the walls of a dystopian, corporate regime. An immersive experience that blurs the lines between reality and surrealism, perfect for lovers of thought-provoking fiction. Embark on a journey through the surreal depths of Crepuscular Angles, where the line between dreams and reality is as thin as a wisp of smoke. Prepare to be captivated, disturbed, and utterly enthralled.