I am an Unspeakable. Call me not! The wind will hear you and carry the sound and I will be found at last. Lord have mercy upon me!
I am too young for all the atrocities I have seen, too old to ever believe in innocence again and the coming of a new dawn.
Words are my world, my passion, my life. So is the manipulation of the human mind.
Seek me not! Rain falls wherever I tread and shadow-flowers blossom beneath my touch; the only reminder and sepia-memories. Follow the silence and you shall find me. And Lord have mercy upon you too if you succeed.
We all fall down.