Myshkosaurs

Myshkosaurs cast spells on turtles, cats, dinosaurs—anything and everyone they can get their hands on. They destroy worlds and wander through time. They domesticated electrons. They read fairy tales to the ancient gods. And, of course, they dance.

Little Aristarh came to seek advice from St. Isidore and found his statue half-ruined.
Our only task on New Year’s Eve is to slip into the right branch of reality.
Summer 2024 — Everyday Myshkosaurs
It’s not easy for Vissarion to find a worthy interlocutor — Noirassiv has the same problem.