Outside the store, beauty and mystery struggled to come together. Inside, they held hands, giggled to one another, and whispered secret messages.

She looked at his face and saw a monk and a detective, both beautiful and bizarre.

And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.