This ancient cavern fascinated him. He spent the hours there. He sat and thought. He sat and listened to the voice of drops and water tides. But one day everything changed. (х3)
He saw the thin strands of black smoke. They crawled from the dark corners of the cavern and slipped right into the water.
And then they came. The drowned. Blind eyes, fair-haired, and blue-green skin. They whispered the words under his skin, those, which he was afraid to hear. And they gave him the Book.
+Immolation in the Light of Aurora+
He turned the last page and closed the book. He was drunk with the words he read. For the first time in a long time he felt the warmth in his chest.
The Ancient Revelation. It sparked him. The spider webs of apathy pulled off and he stopped sinking into the grey waters of the melancholy. He looked in the mirror.
(If you have a chance to make one step to put an end to this useless suffering called life and become a part of the something big and great, so great and pure that it will drive insane those who are weak in spirit, will you, will you make that step?(х2)).