Quilight Time: The Face by spellingprogress at gmail

You're traveling in a new creation, a city on a hill, a journey into a land of quiet constellation. In the still of the night, breath deep the gathering glow, there's light at the end of the tunnel...it's QUILIGHT Time. A disfigured subway beggar walks thru the car specter-like, receiving frequent move-along money. His is The Face. But today he will meet his match.