I had a dream the other night, about a Modern interpretation of Sigil. There wasn't much to it as I awoke several minutes into the dream, but one part just stuck in my mind... and so I just had to express it artistically.
There's no real style to this, and it's mostly a hurried interpretation of the part of my dream that I scribbled down before I had to leave for work.
Anyway, judge for yourself. It's a rakshasa out for a night on the town, hoping to catch the latest musical craze sweeping the Cage -- a tanar'ric improvisation of one of Toscanini's early operas.
