"What is it about the moonlight that draws my soul in? The poetry? The tortured moonlight? I would give up my obtenebrated existence to know."

--Z. Hazel Ballantine, O My Pain

elcome to death that remains to be unseen. It is what we create before we end. Lives are not shattered, just merely restored to what seems to be eternal.




Remember when you enter this tomb, it is a view on death. It is not death itself. It does not glorify that death is the only adventure. Merely, an adventure to experience, eventually.