Zmora - Nocy Czerń, Nocy Chłód

“You long to go into nature because nature doesn't care about you. To be clear, it's not that nature sees you, accepts you for who you are, and loves you anyway: nature just doesn't give a shit about you.”

“Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.”

Et mortui non sunt soli....

“And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.

Beneath the dirt, the blood is dry. Enmassed dreams of the dead hold up the lattice of the unnamed landscape.