We are dust and shadows ~gates of the London Institute

A secret too long kept can kill a soul by inches. I watched a secret almost destroy a man once, the finest man ever made. Such a secret is like keeping treasure in a tomb. Little by little, poison eats away at the gold. By the time the door is opened, there may be nothing left but dust.

Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")

...We are but dust and shadows...