
“The secrets do not know you. Prepare: they’ll whisper you your fate.”
Just a little bored morbid here. What’s yours?
“The stars cannot reach you. Prepare: the clock ticks on.”
“Your teeth cannot reach you. Prepare: They, too, have teeth.”
“The owls are not what they seem. Sleep well; the clock ticks on.”
“The curses do not know you. Sleep well; they too have teeth.”
“The curses are gone when you look away. Repent; they’ll whisper you your fate.”
“The trees cannot reach you. So look away: they lie in wait.”
“The crystals are gone when you look away. Sleep well: they, too, have teeth.”