the harsh climate fills her bronchia tumuli indicate the path a voice reigning through the howling gale unfolds the way to former incarnations barren cliffs shelter from the attacks of profanity the moorland take her melter sunken in sublimity afflicted by rampant mycelia carving sclerotic snyapses a nerve cell martyry desolate disarray the silence is drowning the orchestra of her delirium wading in oppressive insanity through the quagmire of unease pursued by the inangible empoisoning her blood facing the trail to her gallows bound to the merciless despotism of fate mutation from silver to black the gates of beyon adrift of the current to corrosion the eye of another dimension a brilliance that raise her desire to enter the anodyne void