"In all the candles that I burn, I see the formations of horizons Dark. And in my mind hear voices cry, so sad. Behind the forests (what do they hide?). In my nightmares I can see what they hide. So Evil, this place feels familiar in some way. It feels right." "Still I must live on, create my reality that was, await the death Hour and depart. I can see the everlasting stars reflect themsleves When I look down upon the surfaces of the bottomless lakes, those all Black lakes, going nowhere, being everywhere. Being the wet houses of Watery ghouls and spirits."