Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, che la diritta via era smaritta… (“I found myself in dark woods, the right road lost...”) -Dante
Chronicler Of Dead Voices (5:15)
The ravens launched themselves heavily, silently, into the air. I followed after, and it was like I was walking through a mist… into that darkness, silence, cold and loneliness… This is where we come from, that is where were going, so we might as well start breaking ourselves of the habit of living