Rigor mortis. Prosthetic past. Underestimating common sense. Shipwrecking. The lapdog of promiscuity and ruin. Dreamlike premonitions squeeze every cloud from the infernal sky. Cannibalism after death. Dressing bodies... Dressing... Bodies that belonged to hallowed ground. Everything is lost. You have already lost absolutely everything. You are only a silhouette. When life can't think of what else to do to continue descending. Tearing the wings off moths so they never come back to light. Passing through life forms that never belonged to this place.