Somewhere strange, in a place between mind and matter, there stirs a hungry little beast. It starts with only a tiny peep, a growing sensation. Though you ignore it at last, it won't stop growing. Becoming a craving, then an urge.
The little Muse will not be put off - lashing outward with only one intention. To be expressed through mind and matter, to manifest itself in our world. It is time. To feed that growing beast.
To fee the Urge....To create.