The Entrance to the dark realm is tactfully disguised, to enter is bliss, to succumb and be devoured by its entities is stupidity. The abhorrent creatures within wreak havoc and malice upon ones soul. Gently caressing who’s aura is present, making word magic with the mind, their goal is to confuse and entangle ones reality with their own. The depictions of ecstasy charred throughout ones vision seem delightfully approachable, though the wise detest these atrocities and question every aspect of the illusion, decomposing the fractal down to its true identity. We seek the truth through nocturnal methods of intellectual delicacy, determined to deconstruct the slimy scales subliminally prepared for a new reign. The creatures own tactics can be reversed and used against them with practice and knowledge of the unknown. The truth will be either accepted or denied. For the chosen, who decide to choose for themselves the truth, nothing is denied but questioned. To deny truth is to deny life, to become lifeless, useless, a worthless mass trapped in time, waiting to be fed upon, picked apart, digested, and defecated.