"My picture book was at an early age The painted parchment papering our cage: Mauve rings around the moon; blood-orange sun Twinned Iris; and that rare phenomenon The iridule - when, beautiful and strange, In a bright sky above a mountain range One opal cloudlet in an oval form Reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm Which in a distant valley has been staged - For we are most artistically caged." Pale Fire, by Vladamir Nabokov Music and graphics by EnigmaCurry