Gleipnir, Open, Open One, the impossible ribbon.
Made out of mysteries, things that not only Are Not, but Cannot. Explained to the men folk of Midgard in words we can understand, things that don't make sense but words can be arranged so they can glimpse the edges of that unreal truth. Roots of mountains, breath of fish, spittle of birds, beards of women. These things, I do not think are the actual components of the fetter, but just to...let us think upon when retelling that old story. When, in reality, their are no components, it is a nothing ribbon. Were you too look upon it you would see perhaps a ribbon just so your mind can see something. The Gleipnir scares me, after all, it is Nothing that we have to fear.











