I am not the man I used to be. I have accepted that. I am an inscribed body. The scars are also invisible. The lesions are on your mind. On your soul. I have passed through many dark nights, but not the darkest yet. I was spared that. But dark nights of the soul do not end. After the visitation, the day is different. Twisted. Grotesque. Perpetual blackness. The absence of light. Where once there was peace, fear and doubt envelop the void. Natura abhorret vacuum. Many things have been achieved, but the hag cannot forever be warded. The light has been swallowed, the nocturnal cinema has ceased to project -- only blackness, and unrest. I cannot bear another Stygian night.
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