Fungus grip brings memory to an unplanned deconstruction. Remember the name of your body or command the air to oppose the frost. Body scales lock together for a tough shell but also with fabulous performance: capturing and reshaping the light, delivering it back to dazzled observers.
To simply wear this fine and luminous skin of chitin is a nearly undescribable ecstasy. To feel the bodies of one's enemies breaking upon it like rotting vegetables, their accumulating vital liquids hushing the light, is to be infiltrated by a despair mycelial in its sophistication.