I am a recluse. I am a nightingale, a bird one would say who sings songs in the night. The cavern is my home. Really, there isn’t much to say about me because I am a vessel. It is what’s inside me ...view moreI am a recluse. I am a nightingale, a bird one would say who sings songs in the night. The cavern is my home. Really, there isn’t much to say about me because I am a vessel. It is what’s inside me and what uses my flesh to accomplish certain goals. To look at me is to look at dust because that is where I came from, and surely you need no description on dust, so let us not be naive and move on to the beast, which some will call the subconscious mind or even God, depending on the juxtaposition of subject matter. That is really my muse, and it is the jeering phantasmagoria that runs rampant within, so what I am saying, dear reader, is I am a veil. It is what’s underneath that you should be searching.view less