A rainstorm in the city and a leaky window lets something in that might better have been left outside. A seemingly chance encounter online leads to a conversation he didn't know he needed to have. They are guides to the between places, the behind places, where the Dreaming Gods sing songs of creation. They are storm chasers. They have their own pathways, their own purpose, but if we have the will we can follow them. There are wonders to be seen, marvels to be experienced, in the dreams that stuff is made of. Will you talk to the Black Bird? A Sigils & Totems short story