To nebyl sen, Lynne. To byla vzpomínka.

In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.

Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.

Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?

Reality is shaped by the forces that destroy it.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

Snow came back, but she didn't come back right.

Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.