"I will tell you how this madness is born: when one peers longingly
over the edge of chaos, into the event horizon, where light can never escape.
When she turns and sees the remnants of a shattered life, of what was taken,
what had been stolen without pause or remorse. The soul decides, because one is
already dead, and it craves chaos for this purpose: that is to exhume the worm
from the rotten apple and place it beneath the crush of heel!"-- SATRINA
