black plague has fallen on the rotten earth, spawned in pestilent swamps whose viscosity shelters dark entities. From sorcery and beliefs I was born liberated. Forgotten by the hand of superstitions and the shadow of man, for being so real, so tangible that my presence goes unnoticed like distant whispers to the ears of a deaf person. Inebriating the invisible air yet the miasma of my former wandering existences possesses the flexibility of water, exponentially as vast as the limit that is never found. Some naive people have called it infinite, but the infinite lies at my feet destroyed, because even in its unimaginable character all light is obscured. Spreading the mantle across the plains of the universe, the expansion of the stars has stopped to revere my step and absolute nocturnal government.
