This is where I keep finding Life.
Where the magical and the cruel somehow make suitable dance partners. As they move and sway and step, tendrils of love and loss swirl in the air, then weave into the fabric of Existence.
Beauty and chaos, hand in hand, gather the fabric and form it into the garments that Life wears as she moves through time.
And when she returns to this place, clothes thread bare, destruction and conception undress her and prepare her for another journey.
Much, much happens here, halfway between broken and perfect.