These gemstone eyes are watching you and they will leave you wanting, either for more, either for less, but wanting nonetheless. In Nathruyu’s world, there is no first person narrative and no third person detachment, since such a distinction only exists as an illusion of the mind. There is only a visceral experience through the entity that animates her flesh. If her narration seems obscure or her vocabulary provocative, they are. Every word is an intention designed to suspend time through the void in which she glides. Nothing is by happenstance.

So keep a dictionary handy and feel Nathruyu’s pace as she expresses herself through rhythm, and sometimes through rhyme, for this is the voice that defines her kind.