It leaves the summoning circle, humanoid and headless.

“It ain’t just routine airship maintenance!” the old engineer laughs. “It’s an adventure!”

“Giant monsters appear in Tokyo, and you kidnap me,” the singer says. “Why?”

Closing the broom closet door, I escape.

Of course, of course!

“Is my human form unconvincing?”

“He’s a jester!”

He stands amid a web of chains and ten-thousand keys.

We look to the stars.