Therapeutics
[An excerpt from Margritt Oji's  Therapeutics] Discussions with the oneiromancer yield nothing of merit so far. New incense and hallucinogens trigger nothing. Another fruitless day. Something's happened. The oneiromancer ingested something one of her own clients recommended. She refuses to divulge the name of the substance. But her dreams were scrawled on the nearby blank canvas as we'd intentioned. Here is what the painting shows: [Depictions follow of weird lumbering shapes sailing over cities, metal windmills attached to their sides, and here, oblongs fitted with wheels tearing locomotive across a track, and here, a mechanised person waving directly at the viewer.]