Visions of darkness approach in details hidden for
centuries in catacombs, filled with mystery and intrigue.
Leaving no stone unturned, being invigorated in a deeply morbund
appetite, delivering messages from beyond the grave.
Stilled by the notions of darkened corners, letting in oxygen
so breathing can continue until it's rhythm falls into patterns
of believable designs.
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