But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark. If good is bright, if evil is gloom, high evil walls the world entombs. Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall. D arkness devours every shining day. Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates. Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention. And in its flames our hope expires.