Join me as we head underground into the catacombs past what you thought you knew, leaving familiarity behind for a sense of adventure and allowing the doors of perception to open. True reality can become apparent. Rows and rows of designs, these are the archetypes. Which one will you be today? – Miike Ness… The poets of our age were tattooed. Into their skin were inscribed women and devils, angels and gods, averting their eyes were the fearful ones. The reptilians, the robots, their ilk. Whilst we raged throughout the night unnoticed for years, enjoying a banquet that was set for only us in the middle of the night, in the underground, in the catacombs.