“As Jawa sleeps she dreams of Kamin’s stories. They come to her, and she in return finds her way into them. Stories only Kamin can tell, hidden inside boxes only he can open. She knows him well, though they have never truly met. She knows him by the eyes that drip a kuhul of black, the twin horns of hair and his beard that flows like ink. She knows him by the storyline that strings from his head, the endless scars on his neck and the wordless stories he tales. She knows that without his stories she will never wake. 

Kamin, the Once Upon a Box, the Hunted Ever After, and The End”