25 May 2012
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight.
The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
He's conversing with the corpses, yet again... He's transversing the line of sanity, for a night of necromancy.
Seeing the dead as something to be commodified, but know that you aren't safe, even when you're alive...
Conversations With Corpses • Opuss № I