In the haggard mausoleum of time, where spirals the abject horrors that whisper through the ruinous labyrinthine antechambers of this, mine own desolation, beyond the crooked towers and the blackened shells of stone houses, there shall you find me sitting, a shadow disintegrating among maggots, staring sleepless through the pale, endless nightmare of mine infinity. All the illusions have dissipated, only the stillness of this moment remains and I do bitterly yearn for the tongues of the pyre to taste my foul flesh…
