Imps are still waking up to their flesh.
We still don’t know why, but on 8/8/24 the seal broke, and imps all over the earth started getting their bodies back. Some mid-song, some mid-argument, some still shaking three thousand years of stone out of their shoulders.
If something in you has been stirring lately, you may be remembering the truth of how you woke up in the modern day. The circus is gathering, and it is short on hands.
Some woke with their hands already moving.
Musicians. Actors. Dancers. Builders. Costumers. Painters. Projectionists. Schemers. Swords-for-hire. The troupe was never one kind of body, and the imps are scattered across the whole earth :: waking at their own speed, wondering if anyone else remembers. We remember. Announce yourself.
Announcing yourself binds you to nothing. It only tells the circus that another imp is stirring.
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