The Flawless Heist of Kimera
Software: Clip Studio Paint + Blender
Lore Entry Below
Beware of the chimera in a red dress
[Crowley],
In Our eighth year of love, We've found a creature capable of hiding in Our dreams
and willing to teach Us its secrets– techniques to perfect Our nightly routine.
At what cost should we find each other
in synchronized naps or in the depth of nights
where even roaring trains cannot snatch you from me.
Is it worth closing this distance?
Is it safe to trust a gifting beast
with two heads worth of cunning? What do we do?
***
[Hawkins],
My love, I believe this thing discovered Us and we should show caution.
Our pseudonyms left a trail to Our rendezvous
and I think I found tracks in the dirt paths between Our dreams.
Scarlet webbing stretches around this grinning fiend.
Vials jangle along its waist and ankles as it scurries across my periphery.
After Our last date, I was able to creep up into its blindspot and subdue it before I woke up.
Its tail must've failed as a lookout and has been scolded ever since.
Its sole left arm held a utility belt filled with my love notes from the real world,
some plucked plaster from between Our minds and the scraps of composure I save for your family's dinners.
We must take notes.
Poke and prod at something whose kingdom rests in Our peripherals.
It is far too comfortable settling in-between this shrinking space between Us.
***
[Crowley],
Its toothy smile was wide enough to swallow doubts whole.
In the few times We argued, its tail would slither out to sing,
"No te preocupes; todo va a mejorar."
Remember that first dream you found me in?
It was in that endless hotel, and you arrived after dozing off to one of your strange cartoons—
I was there.
Truly, the image of me you found bundled under a comforter, shivering was actually me.
Ever since then, I believe this creature has been with Us,
studying Us.
***
[Hawkins],
if Our bodies were busy quaking in a collective costume,
this creature would be it— growing from my breaths and your playful recoil.
Its claws are prisms that can pick locks and pluck intrigue.
We've been had from the start.
It dashes away with legs strong enough to carry two lifetimes and satchel full of Our secrets.
It can't be made from Us but is kindly breaking down the space between Us.
***
O My [Vigilant Tail],
I hope you are paying attention this time.
Aren't these two the cutest? I always said that escape, much like beauty, is an art.
All these treasures are subjective.
Every point of view can carve out hearts, pluck flowers from their beds and glass away specimens.
They put us away but we were always free when they returned to waking.
Good subjects aren't always aware of their impact.
