Preface

It has begun in a dream,
time and sand ... drifters and nomads,
each twinkling the reflection
the creator, the stars.

In the dreams, he and always a he, saves those unfortunate. Those who show no gratitude, the salt shakers with no airtight seal. Countless times before, escapism, and of what remains, little bits of essence.

In the world, Pepper, Ph.D is loved by all except his half brother, his arch nemesis, his bane to peaceful existence.

Recently, Pepper, Ph.D has dreams of ruling the world, watching the empty salt shakers tremble upon his gaze. In his dreams, or in his fantasy, he isn't quite sure, images of blood flows down every crevice and hardens into lava. The blood creates new paths, destroys old traditions, laughs at superstition. Souls float away like volcano ash, settling miles away to become fertilizer for a new life. The lava and the salt: both burn the open wound.