You have entered the realm of the ghost, the poltergiest, the darkness. You have entered the realm of fear, of the flame, of the shadow. You have entered to one place, christined 'Hell'.

As you watch, a dappled beast is seen 'pon the 'erizon o'er the mountain. Lappetts dance 'pon etched cran'um as knives perform melodic dance 'pon virgin foilage. Echo sounds o'er ashen lips unto shadows, withering in the silence. Banner seems to lash 'pon hind region as pistons are thrown o'er masculine visage 'ward clouds above, heavy barrel propelled up'ward. Ooids seem to congregate with yours, pulling your spirit 'ward his, outlining your soul.