(dialogue by Mr. Brigwillow from The Secrets Of Cheshire Hollow--a short story i am writing)
Like all places I suppose. Certain existences in life are unexplainable my boy. The mystic, the ethereal, the subtle whisper you hear in your ear and heart that warps and cripples perception, granting illusion the mainstay of your addled vision—begs an explanation. For within the confines of a severely severed soul there lies an insatiable void of fascination for things less suited for the light. Such an inherent brew of the most fluid evil plagues the dampened corridors of our hearts, and living is but a wilted rose clinging to its last petal. All hope and fortune is abandoned here, beyond The Gates of Ends there can be no return, for regression of dying for the already dead would simply mean reawakening to the living, which is, nearly impossible, I might say. Which leads me on to come to say, why fear what you can embrace? Now, I am off to sleep, can't seem to get enough these days, it’s the anticipation I suppose.