I walk into a calm, quiet room of meditating monks...

The couple kneaded raw dough into a ball...

“He steals twenty-grand in jewelry, and the whole store doesn’t see it?” ...

Aira unrolls the map in lamplight. “What is this made of? Leather?” ...

“That’s what you get for séance chicanery in our town!” ...

“Oh no! A mermaid pirate!” the boatswain said...

“Can our awakened selves ever know the love we have in the Dreamlands?” ...

The two powder monkeys turn winding keys. Whirring, clockwork cannonballs unfold into little, rotund mechanical men...