So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...Dead silence.Literally dead.

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.