FROM THE BELLY OF TIME HE COMES, WALKING THE DREAMS OF THE WHALE AND THE SERPENT, ANCIENT YET PURE.
HE TRAVELS ON AN ETERNAL QUEST FOR THE L.O.V.E. NOTE, THE PERFET SOUND.
THIS QUEST, AS OLD AS TIME ITSELF, HAS TAKEN HIM ACROSS THE GALAXY AND THROUGH MANY WORLDS, ON THIS PLANE AND THE NEXT.
FOR THE THREE DECADES HE IS KNOWN TO BE ON THE SMALL BLUE PLANET NAMED EARTH, FOUND IN THE GALAXY VIA LACTEA.
HE FINDS REFUGE THERE, HE SEEKS OUT THE DISCOTECHEQUES AND BASEMENTS AND GATHERINGS OF THOSE WHO LIVE TO REVEL, THE NIGHT CREATURES, HE IS FUELLED, BY THE DANCE OF THE MANY.
HERE HE BELONGS, BLENDING IN AS ONE OF THIER KIND, COUNTING TIME.
HE IS HUNGRY, YET NOURISHED BY THE ETHER AND THE LIGHT.
