Dee Wells

Here's a simple story and I hope I tell it well
Of a boy locked in a place, his mind the very cell
Imprisoned with his wild visions of every time in space
There's no one in this world quite like him
The thing that complicates it is his parents and who they are
The law they’re made to run from beyond the House of the Stars
The birth must be in secret so no prying eyes can see
There's no one of this world quite like him


Know now there is no time, space between the Well & Unknowing. Our story starts there. Well into our future, yet far beyond our past. In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures.

The Five Houses of the Star Supremacy have privatized the detention zones of the galaxy. These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of the Great Crash. Which brings us to our stage. Where the light must learn to love the black. The Dark Sentencer.


Vaxis?
Son?
Do you hear us?
Do you feel us?
Son!
Son!