in the dead of night everything is eerily quiet.

the sharp, crisp air lets every sound travel.

it starts slow. a faint rattle.

you strain to hear more.

you feel it before your ears catch it.

the hairs on your body stand up.

your muscles clench.

your bones start to mimic the sound.

chills run your spine.

the feeling, unwelcome.

the BONESHAKER has woken.

one day you’re sitting at work, thinking about nothing in particular.

then it hits - an idea.

something wakes your body up.

you say yes instantly, wanting it to happen now.

it’s a moment of clarity, a full-body yes.

you feel alive.

then the mind clicks on, finds the reason to say no. too hard, too far, too late.

your shoulders drop.

the slump returns.

that spark was a luminescent code pushing its way to the surface, needing to be seen.

as it rose, it pulled its threads through you, reaching beyond.

that code in motion: the thing you want.

whether you follow it or turn away, it will still find a way through as a manifestation.

but first: the shadow.

alchemy turns lead to gold. the worthless made worthy.

the same current we call transformation, the motion of change itself.

realising its embodiment lets us draw on the ancestral, archaic tones of the alchemical process — the opus.

this work creates the fracture in your bones and then applies the elixir of transmutation.