>>85436419atop every desk stands a box, fueled by distilled lightning, the fluid of which bringing forth images and speech manifest from the ether, of which makes the visage of ones choosing take form and speak and sing with artificial life. The form of the homunculi are constructs from the Orient - in these ancient lands it is shaped in the ways of their art. Through these assemblies men are wont to converse with the visage, to see it dance and speak, to have as a companion beyond such wonders as literature cannot afford, all the while their puppeteer goes unseen, behind curtains of lead in places unknown.
