โ โฆ Is that CILLIAN MURPHY wandering through sinful Las Vegas? No, wait, itโs none other than EDWIN ARCHIBALD ELFORD, the horseman of ๐๐๐๐๐, now posing as a A POLITICAL EMBASSY FROM NEW YORK in the meantime. a leader of the apocalypse, their soul bears secrets older than Eden itself. Legends say theyโre known to be THOUGHTFUL and ELOQUENT, though their true purpose compels them towards being CRUEL and SELFISH. When I imagine them, I see torn silk / sharpened nails kept clean / piercing eyes, blue, almost grey, when illuminated that somehow usually appear inky black, as if the light can only sink past his irisโ and die / well kept suits, leather shoes; styles from another time in impeccable condition / a furrowed brow / the smell of black tea and incense, musky and dark, bergamot, smoke from a bonfire, freshly turned earth / pale skin, porcelain, the idea that it was once translucent but has since turned to stone / crows, dark clouds, an air of elegance, a strange draw, mystery, beauty, terror, and I hear the heavenly choir sing FLICKERS (SON LUX) to announce the Apocalypse. Now back on Earth as an omen in their own right, but destiny wonโt let them forget their inevitability. โฆ