Skagos is the fruition of the western Leviathan, in this world but not of it. Skagos is the stoneborn raven of abhorred island, within an isolating growth. Skagos is the waxing moon in the cycle of anemnesis, the awakening from a deep sleep, and the resurgence of the ancient memory. Skagos absolves within the cycles of life and death, growth and decay, birth and rebirth. Skagos is misanthropy and apotheosis. Skagos is love, Skagos is hate, Skagos is hope and is fear. Skagos is an alter of life, crafted by living hands, guided by a living mind, in a world dead, but ever dreaming.