“Deep down below the hollow echoes of musty damp breath and misty song air Shattered wishing stones tossed beyond the black howling scare Lies the reaping sounds of clanking, jingles of tattered threads sewing filling sandbags of time Very little seen, very little showing Sowed seeds planted within a captive nativity shell Ready to be harvested the Gothies dwell”
"To cheat death is to cheat life itself. My story is best heard after tossing a wishing stone in the ‘Well of Ceiba’. And while you sleep that night you will dream of a tale of how I did just that.""My words are not to prepare you for death but to prepare you for life. A Life in an endless loop of immortality. But this is a cautionary tale for your price of immortality risks being spent as a Fiend Monster, for there are no cheats without consequences.""Those who have fallen down a wellare forever trapped within their own spell.For death down a wellmakes Fiend Monsters.Who will song their lostbelow shimmering waters?"“YOU”…
“If you heard my story you must ask yourself, have I been asleep, dreaming all this time? If so, wake up! Dreamers can get out but the dead must stay.”