Wherever the bloodline has traveled is not yet known. But what is known is there is a hero out there fighting a battle for the unification of two world colliding into civil war. The adventures have not come to the surface yet but what has surfaced is the triumphant end. The sound of a royal audience in the halls of a grand palace in a world not yet understood. The sourcery can be heard in their victorious song as the skies light up in ethereal colors representing not one color or the other but all the colors. It is a testament to the new unification of a glaxy or a universe or a parallel world in which they live.

There is a planet somewhere that consists of two warring races each of which bleeds a different color. Where we have skin color issues they have blood color issues. During a heated fight btween the two blood races on the obliterated battlefield a new blood is spilled. A blood unrecognizable to the two races. The color belongs to neither of them. As the dead form the destruction are cleared a soldier sympathetic with a sect of one of the tribes who is focused on unifiying the planet and eventually the whole system in which they live sees this new blood and calls upon her supporters to contain the site and it becomes a source of contentin between both blood races as they join together to battle the sect of the new blood.

This is it. This is where all reason and sanity flies out the fucking window. This is where your brain and your body disconnect and travel great distances from each other in order to find their own separate meanings. This is a journey through the unknown pathways of that world between the conscious and the unconscious. This is where it all begins and ends at the same time. Your feet are your hands your hands are your eyes your eyes are your soul. It all happens at once and no one can tell you any different. It is all lacking in substance and full of substance. It is the all encompassing confusion that comes with the mixing of colors and gases and gases with colors intertwined with the clouds that are ripped from our imagination and transferred by our souls into reality. This is it my friends. This is it.