I've tested the darkness, I've spent time there, beside it, watching it. I'm almost ready. I'm striving for a plainly constructed annihilation. Pinned against the exist door, escape, in this case, is too good. Its habitat is behind the spokes of a turning wheel.
Chrome sparkles like laughter.
It's the only thing I did, pursuit consumed my time. I believed that when I'd finished it off I'd be left in purity, in a kingdom without weather. The experiments have been different and I've never spoken to anyone about them. For all anyone else knows I'm living a normal life. Almost a normal life.