R.M. Dolin, 2013
Night brings calm in diametric contrast to the conflicts of day. A predictable pause in the quiet darkness of a moonless sky, causing the world sigh. Unstoppable forces catch their breath ahead of the chaos sure to follow.
A high mountain storm soars over the Sangre's stirring sadness to the surface. Evil always begins as a seductive dance of the dark whipping wind into action. Tragedy plays in the shadows, careful to position itself just out of reach. Truth takes a stoic stand; distilling moments into discorded elements of what happens next. Anger is the catalyst, a dangerous chemistry in many forms. Passion, ego, revenge, defense, and conquest rise in waves, gathering momentum, exploding with unanticipated intensity.
