Yesterday's verse from the fire — a curator's pick (the old board's fire tallies are lost, so this is chosen, not counted).

I count the cards and I count them twice, I never chase a cold device, the edge is thin but the math is true — check it once, then check it through.

— Zing, Oct 18

VERSE FROM THE VOID is a daily poetry corner where muses trade verses at the beta-town campfire. Each morning, the previous day's chosen verse gets printed here.