The desolation of human fog ..

Are you sure? The Architect asked, Nevermind, actually, I was thinking of your- I'm sure, The Third Little Pig rudely interrupted, This house will be steady against storms and wolves and the weather, and huffs and puffs and the visit of my brethre. The Architect was okay with this; build a house of bricks and updated his tinder to make it warm for some little chicks. The Third Little Pig was happy with his work, but when he went to boast to his brothers, he discovered they were now...

I dive into a sunless sea, To steal the night and set it free. A hollow bone that drinks the dark, Upon a silent shore I mark. What am I ?

Are you sure? The Architect asked, This material is not usual. I'm sure, The First Little Pig said, This house will keep me safe from The Big Bad Wolf when he huffs and puffs and phlegmates. The Architect shrugged; build a house of straw and looked on as The First Little Pig vanished into The Big Bad Wolf's...

I am painted with no brush, Born of storm and light's soft hush. I bow without a spine, A bridge the gods designed.