Constellation Fang is a dream of startling lucidity that besets you whilst you slumber, plunging you into the crystalline waters of pure imagination. Constellation Fang is the oppressed and the oppressor, unwittingly united as they both pause to admire the sunset. Constellation Fang is processed with enough sodium and high-fructose corn syrup to kill you by the age of 40. Constellation Fang is composed of four celestial horses, who have the power to raise you from the dead if they like the cut of your jib.
Constellation Fang lives in a future so distant the sun is dying, where civilization is piled atop the ruins of countless other civilizations, and no one knows the true origin of anything; or perhaps it just read that in a book by Jack Vance or Gene Wolfe. Constellation Fang is well-heeled, and a real hit at cocktail parties. Constellation Fang is a castellan, not a cataphract, a muni, not a midinette. Constellation Fang is the demimonde, in flagrante delicto, shuddering in pleasure and soaked in body fluids.
Constellation Fang is coming soon. It will come in waves, or cycles, and it will change its mind often. It will feel better than La petite mort, but not as good as the final departure. Check back often for updates. It’s sure to come through the door any minute now, sparkling and alive and ready to grab the world by the shorthairs.
Soon.