from the EIC

As infinitesimally small a paper may be compared to the vastness of the cosmos and its extra-terrestrial terrains, its boundless being still deems incomparable to this realm as it holds the complexities of mind and ideas far different from what the universe reserves to the naked eye. It is an endless canvas of wistful fantasies that incorporates a wealth of artistic endeavors across a single piece with a glimpse differing from every vision that takes a peek, a work that transcends through time and breathes new life into existence with each tick of the clock. As writers write something into existence, it will never be wrong, even if it isn’t right, as the soulless being inked by his pen draws life to what has long been an empty shell.

Getting anchored and drowned in the realness of life drags us to the darkest corners of our existence. We wishfully alleviate the unending piled-up slashes on our shoulders, furiously silencing even the weakest whispered shouts of ours. We hope that these humbly compiled pieces of evidence of suppressed emotions and earnest feelings dig a portal, transporting you to an alternate world of words where entertainment and refreshment are all there to drown even the smallest fragments of yours, bouncing back your soul to the colorful end of the spectrum.

from the Associate Editor from the Literary Editor

Chambers will be emptied, seeming life as fleeting. With these bounded arrays presenting a teardrop loop, we caress the most fragile emotions buried in our tainted orbs.