Dream… dream every night. Dream every day – forget this world, just dream. And soon your skin will become translucent, and only your ghost will be seen.
No one slips into the darkness, erroneously – as if they lost their way, or had been innocently ill-advised, dumbly derailed from light. No – all of us who drift within that Midnight, quite deliberately chose to be there. Brothers and sisters alike. Allied in our favor toward the dark.
I don’t want to know anything at all of this world anymore, but you.
The ghosts that spun over my skin have turned to blood.
…we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.