SiegeUltimation

It is so, so dark here, and damp, as a dripping ceiling is. It hurts, stings, it aches, it burns! A human has no soul, just as a statue has no soul, just as a stone has no soul. Why can’t it rain here? It is so damp and it always drips, yet no rain. I feel drips of dew on my head, yet the ground is dry as a newly-sharpened blade of ivory… I hope we can be known to one another… Greetings.