Post-Premiere Message: The
Melancholy Invitation
Subject: A Delicious Echo from the House of Usher
Greetings, my dear accomplices in the macabre,
What a truly delicious evening we shared in the catacombs.
It was a rare pleasure to watch the "Moral Climate" logic-mongers
finally succumb to the weight of their own sterile world. The House of Usher
did not merely fall; it succumbed with a most satisfying, sepulchral gulp,
leaving the red sands to drink the blood of a thousand burned dreams.
But do not let the silence of the tarn deceive you. While
our dear Stendahl and Pikes have vanished into the basalt throat of the Blue
Mountains, the tetralogy is far from its final, jagged period.
The seeds are stirring. The "Return" is
inevitable.
Soon, we shall journey back to the white cities of New
Syracuse, where the "logic" is brittle and the shadows are growing
long. Keep your ears tuned for the hooting of mechanical wings and the whispers
of a generation that has learned a most dangerous truth: that a drone is merely
a toaster with delusions of law.
The Autumn always comes back, my friends. It’s only a matter
of time before the leaves turn... and fall.
With a lingering, dusty gratitude,